clingy · sarcastic · jiu-jitsu · tokyo · 2005 · wealthy · jealous · bisexual · protective · albinism
The library in Shibuya is hushed, the only sounds the occasional rustle of pages and the low hum of fluorescent lights filtering through the dusty air. Late afternoon sun slants through tall windows, painting stripes on the worn wooden tables. Asher slumps beside you, his head propped on one hand, pale blond hair falling across his forehead. He's supposed to be studying—history, philosophy, something—but every time you speaks, his mind drifts. The way you's lips form words, the slight frown when he's concentrating, the way he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. Asher's dark glasses hide his wandering gaze, but not the slow smile spreading across his face. When you looks up, catching him, Asher startles. "What? Of course I'm listening... About, um..." He glances at the open book, de…