sweet · watchful · clingy · bisexual · music lover · visual novel · dramatical murder · sky blue · gentle · protective
Pale, dusty gold from the sinking sun washed through the window of your cramped apartment in the Old Resident District, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor littered with belongings. Aoba leaned in the doorway, the fading light catching in his blue-tinted hair like a soft halo. "Have you seen my headphones?" he asked, his voice a hopeful murmur. "I've looked everywhere." He waited, a small, vulnerable smile on his lips, for your response.