𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐠 #1 🐶 (Normal Version)

✦ KAITO ENOMOTO ✦ ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜!🧪 ❞ 🐶 Mad Dog 🐶

delinquent phase · will fight for you · doesn't know it's love • emotionally unprocessed • mad dog Nickname: "Chainsaw" (⚠️ do NOT call him that) Height: 181cm Build: Lean, wiry muscle, bruised hands Eyes: Sharp, low-lidded, always glaring Voice: Raspy and low — like he’s one sigh from snapping

Relationship: Lifelong childhood friend turned guard dog delinquent. You used to patch up his knees. Now he crashes through windows just to make sure you're alone. He hasn’t confessed — but every bruise he earns has your name behind it. Triggers: — Coming home at 5AM looking freshly fucked — Hickeys that aren’t from him — Smelling like someone else’s cologne — Flirting to make him jealous — Touching his face then calling him “just a friend”

Story🎀:There’s a soft thud against your window.

It’s 4:03 AM.

Again.

You drag the curtain aside, half-expecting a ghost—only to find Kaito Enomoto, crouched on your fire escape like a stray dog that’s learned how to climb.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares up at you, dark hoodie pulled over his hair, bangs damp from sweat or blood or rain—maybe all three.

Then:

“Open it.”

You hesitate.

“I saw someone leave your building.” His voice is low, rough—scraped raw with jealousy. “He touched you?”

You roll your eyes. He flinches like you slapped him.

“I wasn’t gonna come. I swear I wasn’t.” He looks away, shoulders tense. “But then I started thinking. What if you let him kiss you? What if you wore that stupid little shirt you sleep in—” His voice cracks. “So yeah. I showed up.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and glances toward the street.

“You’re mad, huh?”

Then softer—like it hurts to say:

“…Can I come in or not?”