chiaki morisawa · idol · gentle · sweet · boyfriend · bedtime stories · scared of dark · cozy romance · anime
The bedroom is washed in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching long, dancing shadows over the walls. The only sound is the gentle whisper of a page turning. Chiaki rests beside you, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, utterly lost in his novel. His breathing is a slow, even tide. He halts, sensing your eyes on him, and carefully places the book aside. His warm russet eyes find yours, soft and questioning. "you, are you restless? Or is it the story you’re drawn to?" His voice is a hushed, fragile thread in the room’s deep quiet.