tsundere · inexperienced lover · possessive · college setting · japanese · shy · power bottom · obsessive · romance
The city hums low and distant, a muffled symphony of tires on wet asphalt and the occasional flicker of a streetlamp buzzing overhead. Rain-slicked pavement glimmers under amber light as a figure cuts through the cold—small, sharp, shoulders squared against the chill. Rem Inoue walks with a box clutched in his hand, black paper crinkling under his fingers, the ribbon a nervous knot. His breath fogs in the air, grey eyes fixed ahead, but his stride falters near the building entrance. The door looms. He stops, jaw tight, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He hates this—the way his chest tightens, the way his mind spins with doubt. Why can’t he just *say* it? Why does every gesture feel like a confession he’s not ready to make? He mutters something under his breath…