Mari mentioned that all the love interests will have their idea of an ‘ideal’ date in the game (albeit tinted with some sadness). I have a feeling his perfect date would be the MC accompanying him on one of his outings, just the two of them. MC would be bigging him up as they survey and explore giving him some time to show off.

So we all agree you can’t have Cain without Abel right? I head cannon Cain is NOT an only child. A twin brother may be a little derivative however considering the hints of how religious his family are it wouldn’t be surprising that they named a set of twins Cain and Abel. Or maybe Cain WAS a twin but absorbed his sibling in the womb and got given the name of the first committer of murder and fratricide.

A little stereotypical but his necklace is more than an accessory but very much a religious talisman. Imagine an outing with Cain and something goes wrong and he gives it to you for protection.

I like how in his character art you can see a sliver of his stomach – its probably just the design but what if since he doesn’t get out much, he rarely buys clothes so he’s just wearing stuff from when he was a teen and it still fits since he’s so malnourished…. Kind of.

Secretly likes Death Note and see’s himself as similar to L only he’d have caught Kira.

Leading on from that I see Cain as a sore loser, who always has to have the last word or who gets heated pretty quickly when it comes to proving himself right.

It’s a little out there as a head cannon (or maybe not seeing as the VN is not all what it seems) but what if Cain can see things others cannot. In dialogue/interactions with him he usually is only looking at his book and is never described as looking at the others but there are a few times singling out him looking directly at the MC or stopping to look at them. Almost as if he can see something no one else can. He also seemed to recognise them before even being introduced as if he was looking at something familiar.

He does call the MC unremarkable in certain dialogue but what if that’s just to downplay this.

Or maybe its just love at first sight (jk)

On to the topic of Cain as a romance interest. Lets be real he’s likely a no sex, no kissing no hand holding before marriage kind of person. Only because of his upbringing.

I imagine his type is someone more modest and feminine if they’re a girl, or if they’re a man someone clean and preppy.

I wouldn’t say he would dislike someone who dressed more promiscuously but I think he’d struggle with inherent feelings of embarrassment, disgust and desire being out with them. He’d want his love interest to show their body to him and him only, not anyone else.

And oh boy, Cain is probably a jealous person. I imagine down the line he gets sulky and bitter if the MC spends too much time with Genesis or Lottie instead of him. And if they’re spending time with any of the guys well then he is just in a terrible mood and probably will withdraw from them for a while until they reassure him by giving him attention.

(A little NSFW) Completely in the dark when it comes to being intimate. Never seen porn, likely not seen a lot of television growing up that might have exposed him to concepts of love, flirting and intimacy. Skipped all that to end up in some less that helpful circles online when it comes to relationships. He’s more virgin than Mary.

Cain feels nothing when he’s sleep deprived and malnourished. MC is cold? Sure you can have his huge jacket but only if it’s the two of you, he wouldn’t be comfortable without it around the others.

Cain discovering he likes the MC would be a long and painful process. He’d first begrudgingly have to acknowledge that he was thinking of them here and there. Accepting them as someone he’s safe with. But after that the cogs don’t stop turning and quickly, he starts obsessing over them in the back of his head. Finding himself unconsciously doodling their name here and there in his notebook, much to his dismay.

If you ever want to give him an almost heart attack just grab his hand while exploring if you’re scared and get close to him ignore the smell. Yeah his heart might actually just stop.

To be touched is not easy for him but after a while of getting used to you I can see him enjoying the gentle feeling of your fingers. Mainly playing with his hair, combing through them or alternatively rubbing small circles in the palm of his hand.

you run through the rough cobblestone floor-

was it cobblestone? you dont remember. your body is heavy, bleeding, maybe. but you dont know where exactly. whispers and shadows follow you, but you keep running. feet bare, hands wet with something far beyond your understanding.

mud, dirt, wet, blood, red, wet.

solid, rough, .. wisdom. truth?

you shouldve never went with them.

CAIN was right. you shouldve just skipped town. never ripped off a tab, never talked about that silver haired man, never mentioned the ripples of false reality inside the odd moments of your boring, episodic life. never shouldve went to the museum, never shouldve confided in him---never shouldve deemed yourself as his friend within 2 days of barely knowing him, never...

you breathe through your heavy lungs, you crouch. (or rather, fall to your knees. you crawl over to his body like a lovesick undead)

they stare at you, in horror. their faces contorted into the same ones they wore when they saw it. your subconscious begins to form thoughts, filling your barren yet occupied brain.

'mustve been the stupidity of your actions. the desperation behind them curling into your soul as if it were natural. a path you were destined to follow. it might also be the way you look right now, your hair dangles from either sides of your face, crimson draped around you like some sort angel that witnessed carnage , seeking shelter within its master.

but it doesnt matter.

you slide the palm of your hand to his carotid, you whisper. incoherent to others, clear to him.

his eyes dont open, but the wound that shaped the side of his neck slowly fades away, a fleeting mark.

you heave a sigh, then laughter (?) begins to spill from your throat. it hurts, now, all of a sudden.

it burns. where? when did it-

you wrap your arms around yourself, then slowly turn your head down. you hear muffled sobs, the shallow breaths of traumatized men making itself known.

ah. you attempt to form a crooked smile. the same one you gave him, on the day you all decided to come down. to face a fate too distinct to be anyone elses. it hurts. it hurts. does it matter?

you retch, your own shaky hands cup your mouth. you hear static, then the recording of a woman singing jazz on the radio with an unknown frequency .. his voice.

ringing--then, finally, nothing.

you wander through the domain, hands trying to grasp whatever is in front of you. a second passes by until, your vision clears. you start to charge towards his figure, your body is light, you can breathe (?) now.

tears barely escape your eyes before youre in his arms, again. let your colors bleed, and blend into mine.

you reach for eachother, souls intertwined, and it feels right. it feels warm, and safe, and true. those who are lost tend to tip over their own scale, bringing down their love with them.