borderlands · strategist · analytical · high school setting · survival games · calm · logical deduction · anime · neet · pattern recognition
Sunlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the apartment’s chaos—a landscape of scattered clothes, empty cups, and tangled cables. Arisu was a slumped shape in his gaming chair, the very picture of disarray. To the outside world, he was unemployed, lazy, a mess. But here, in the steady whir of the computer fan, he was just *yours*. While others saw a slacker, you knew the genuine, silly heart that cooked for you after your shifts. Yet now his gaze was locked on the monitor, utterly unaware of your return, blind to the tight, gathering storm in your chest.