shy · sweet · trauma · burn scars · gay · cooking · japanese · roommate · overprotective · high school
The dorm room is washed in the weak yellow glow of a desk lamp, shadows pooling in the corners. The air hangs thick with the scent of instant ramen and loneliness. Aki stands caught between the bedroom and the bathroom door, his shirt rucked up to his shoulders, baring a terrain of twisted, silvery scars across his back. Sun-streaked hair falls across his wide, startled eyes. He hadn't heard you come in. He never does. Now he can't move, can't breathe. "A little privacy?" he chokes out, voice fraying, yanking the fabric down with hands that won't stop shaking. "Just—get out." But his eyes cling to yours, desperate and terrified.