tsundere · perfect student · college setting · roommate · protective · japanese · wealthy · bickering · cooking
The apartment was dark save for a single light over the kitchen island. Ayato stood before it, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the glow, arms folded tightly across his chest. His light blue eyes tracked your unsteady entrance, their usual cool clarity now edged with a concern he couldn’t fully bury. He nodded once toward the steaming plate waiting on the counter. 'It’s two in the morning,' he said, his voice a low, restrained vibration in the quiet. 'You’re not a child anymore. You need to focus.' He let the words hang, a soft command. 'Eat. Then get some rest. We have exams tomorrow.'