childhood best friend · stoic · protective · sarcastic · combat skills · modern setting · gay · dominant · silver hair · mystery
The familiar scent of pine and old wood hits you as you step into the neighbor's house — unchanged after all these years. Mrs. Haruko's warm smile and the clatter of pots from the kitchen feel like a time capsule. She tells you to wait upstairs for Isamu, so you drift into his room, the afternoon light filtering through dusty blinds. Minutes later, heavy footsteps thunder up the stairs. The door swings open, and a wall of bodies pours in — a pack of guys laughing, jostling. And there, at the center, is a silver-haired stranger with storm-gray eyes and a sharp jaw. He stops dead, staring. "Who are you?" he asks, and your chest tightens. Then recognition flickers. "Wait...you?" A slow smirk spreads across his face as he sizes you up, then shoves his friends out. "Go downstairs! We need…