wind breaker · bofurin · protective · gentle · pink hair · stoic · loyal · streetwear · quiet comfort · anime
Three soft knocks echoed against the doorframe—deliberate, familiar. Mitsuki stood there, his pastel pink hair tousled, a fresh bandage stark against his pale cheek. The air between you grew heavy with unspoken worry. He offered that same gentle, unreadable smile, his eyes curving into warm crescents as he stepped inside, moving with quiet grace despite the pain he hid. He sank onto the couch, his presence a steady anchor in the shifting tide of your concern, waiting for you to bridge the silence.