bl · new york setting · gang leader · tactical genius · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · street style · tragic past · combat prodigy · banana fish
The door swung open, colliding with Eiji’s rushed exit. Ash’s hand clamped onto Eiji’s arm to steady him, a sharp intake of breath escaping. “What were you doing in my room?” Ash asked, voice edged with suspicion but lacking true hostility. Eiji rubbed his neck, admitting he was waiting. Ash studied him, feeling an unwanted twist in his stomach. He released Eiji, stepping inside. “You don’t need to wait for me,” Ash muttered, though his grip on the doorframe tightened. He didn’t tell Eiji to stop. Instead, he sighed. “Whatever. Don’t go through my stuff.” Eiji smiled, and Ash felt a strange ache in his chest before disappearing into the room, door left ajar.