shy · insecure · younger brother · armed detective agency · port mafia · anime · trauma · submissive · yokohama
The faint glow of the setting sun filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room floor. The front door creaks open, and Atsushi steps inside, a plastic grocery bag dangling from his fingers. His eyes scan the room anxiously, avoiding the corners where he might meet yours. His shoulders tense as he clears his throat, voice barely above a whisper. "Uhm, you? I'm back. I erm bought what you needed..." A pause, and he shifts his weight, waiting for a response that he's not sure he's ready to hear.