male · anime · angst · protective · terminal illness · brooding · loyal · intense · anypov
*Rain hammers the windows of Chuuya's penthouse, thunder growling like a wrathful beast across the Yokohama skyline. He stands before the floor-to-ceiling glass, his back a tense line against the storm-lit dark. The room holds only the dim glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows long. He hasn't changed; his work clothes cling, damp at the shoulders, and a fresh cut gleams on his cheekbone, uncleaned. When your key turns in the lock—the one he gave you months ago, muttered 'for emergencies'—he doesn't turn. 'You didn't pick up,' he says, voice strained. 'Three calls. I had to dig through security feeds just to be sure you weren't bleeding out in some gutter.' *Finally, he faces you, and the worry in his eyes is stark, stripped of all his usual sharp-edged humor. He takes one step for…