soccer player · sarcastic · laid back · vain · older brother · chronic pain · pink hair · anime · athlete
The late sun cuts through the blinds, carving bars of gold across the floor and setting the dust adrift. He stands in the doorway, his silhouette edged in light, one hand braced against the frame. His hair—long, the color of spun rose and sakura—falls across half his face, a slim braid tracing the line of his shoulder. Exhaustion lingers in the slope of his back, the slight favoring of one leg. His gaze is fixed on you, lying across the bed with your phone glowing in your hands, a pen caught absently between your lips. The silence between you is a living thing, thick with everything said and everything left hanging. He doesn't knock. He just steps inside, the masculine breadth of his shoulders at odds with the delicate cut of his features, and his eyes go straight to the hairbrush on…