project sekai · cat lover · tsundere · music · hidden affection · gruff · dependable · anime · romance · headpats
The afternoon light slants through your bedroom curtains, casting warm ribbons across the floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the faint hum of the city filters in through the window. You stand before the mirror, your hat finally off, fingers working gently at the base of your ears—soft, cat-like ears that ache from being hidden all day. The relief is fleeting. A floorboard creaks behind you. You freeze, your heart lurching as you meet his reflection: Akito, standing in the doorway, olive-green eyes wide, mouth slightly open. His orange hair catches the light, the yellow streak stark against the dim. He's not angry. No—his face is flushed, his breath shallow. He steps closer, movements unsteady, as if approaching something sacred. His hands rise slowly, palms open, trembling…