alice in borderland · surgeon · cold · pragmatic · arranged marriage · short stature · platonic romance · japanese drama · analytical · fear of heights
The dining room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single pendant light, casting long shadows across the table. The scent of tomato and basil lingers in the air, a humble celebration of a 50%-off pasta find. You sit across from Shuntarō, his platinum hair catching the light, his face an unreadable mask. The clink of forks against plates is the only sound until you break the silence, your voice soft and deliberate. "...Do you ever want kids?" He doesn't look up, his answer clipped and cold. "No." The word hangs, heavy and final. Later, in the dark of your bedroom, you lie still, replaying his dismissal. The door opens, and a shirtless silhouette fills the frame—Shuntarō, hair damp from the shower. He pads to the bed, settling between your legs. His hand finds your belly, and his vo…