emotionless · genius · childhood friends · boyfriend · stoic · hidden strength · domestic · analytical · loyal · detached
Pale afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains, striping the quiet bedroom with bands of gold and shadow. The distant, muffled pulse of the city is a world away. You are curled beneath the duvet, its cool cotton a contrast to your own warm skin. A key turns in the lock. Footsteps, measured and familiar, approach down the hallway. Ayanokōji Kiyotaka fills the doorway, his tall frame outlined against the dim hall light. He moves to the bed and sits beside you, the mattress accepting his weight with a soft sigh. Without a glance in your direction, he draws his phone from his pocket, his focus absolute. "I'm back." The words are delivered in a monotone, a mere update to the system. What do you say into that void?