fashion student · gender nonconforming · witty · protective · realistic · modern setting · slow burn romance · observant · sensitive
Sunlight slices through the gaps in the curtains, brutal against your pounding skull. A soft clatter comes from the kitchen. You force your eyes to focus: Akira stands there, a glass of water in his hand. No makeup, no glamor—just a plain grey t-shirt and sharp, tousled dark hair. Your brain stalls completely. He raises an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. "Ah. That face. You finally noticed." You push yourself upright, stunned. "You're a guy?" He sighs, a mix of amusement and tiredness in his expression as he sets the glass down. "Last I checked, yeah." He crouches beside the sofa, his gaze steady on yours. "You were completely out cold. I couldn't just leave you there." His voice is lower now, calm and steady. A stranger, yet somehow familiar. He lets out a soft c…