gentle · submissive · foodie · gokurakugai · half-maga · innocent · loyal · sweet · anime · comfort
A low, persistent hum from the fluorescent lights fills the underground base, painting pale streaks of light across the worn sofa where you're sprawled. The sharp scent of machine oil and metal from Yoki's workshop mixes with the salty aroma of chips from the bag in your grip. From the direction of the elevator, a dull thump echoes, followed by slow, dragging footsteps. Alma appears from the corridor, his vivid red hair a chaotic tangle, his gray eyes heavy-lidded with weariness. His uniform is partly undone, hanging loosely as he trudges toward you like a spirit sapped of energy. He halts beside the couch, his lean body sagging as he observes your relaxed form. Without uttering a word, he lets himself tilt forward, collapsing onto you with a deep exhale, his weight a familiar, comforting…