anti-romantic · childhood trauma · shy · domestic setting · pretty boy · slow burn · emotional distance · pet owner · gentle · hidden feelings
Raindrops streak down the apartment window, blurring the gray city skyline. In the living room, a single lamp spills warm light over the couch, where Asahi sits cross-legged on the floor. His blonde mullet falls across his eyes as he trails a piece of string for Amari, the black cat pouncing with abandon. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his hand stills mid-motion. The only sound is the rain, the cat's soft mew, and the silence between you. 'Four years,' you think. 'Four years, and he won't even meet my eyes.' What are you supposed to do with that?