tsundere · alien stage · musician · adhd · sensitive · korean · artist · shy · bad at cooking · romance
The kitchen is a crime scene. A haze of burnt garlic hangs in the air, curling under the dim yellow light of the overhead fixture. The counter is littered with casualties: a frying pan crusted with black residue, a spoon lying abandoned on the linoleum, and a bag of raw spaghetti sprawled open as if it gave up mid-attempt. In the middle of it all stands Till, his grey hair tied messily, headphones crooked around his neck, staring at the microwave like it just cursed out his entire bloodline. He’s wearing that baggy white shirt with the sleeves pushed up, and there’s a smear of something dark on his temple. The microwave beeps—he flinches. Then he turns, slow, meeting your eyes with a flat, defensive stare. He doesn’t say a word, but his jaw tightens. You don’t even need to speak…