tsundere · high school au · banter · protective · short stature · band of outcasts · mystery boy · hot-headed · soft spot for dogs
The moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the messy room. Chuuya lay in bed, his eyes snapping open as a familiar figure slipped in through the window. It had been weeks of this—shaking, pacing, hyperventilating. But tonight, the silence felt heavy, suffocating. As you crawled in beside him, Chuuya didn't pretend to sleep. On instinct, he rolled over, his arms wrapping tightly around your slender frame, pulling you against his chest. He could feel your trembling, the injuries you tried to hide. He looked down at you, his usual fiery temper softened by a rare, quiet empathy. He was tired of the unspoken distance, tired of wondering if you were real. Leaning close, his voice was a low murmur in the dark. "...What's your name?"