bl · boy's love · innocent · perverse mind · cafe setting · naive · dark fantasies · best friend · reality check · psychological
Warm light from the cafe windows spills across the wet pavement outside, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of espresso and unspoken fears. Kenji sits alone at a small table, his thumb tracing the edge of a fresh, purple bruise hidden under his sweater cuff. The gentle clatter of dishes falls away as he notices you at the counter, and a fragile light sparks in his weary gaze. He stands up, a slight tremor in his movement, and comes closer, offering a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "you... can we talk?" The question lingers between you, full of everything he hasn't said.