tsundere · cold · roommate · secret crush · modern setting · gaming · painting · aloof · hidden affection · male
The apartment is dark except for the blue flicker of a muted TV. The couch cushions are dented where you lie, one arm dangling, breath slow and even. Midnight city light slices through the blinds. I stop in the doorway—keys still in hand—and the stale air smells of rain from the open window. My footsteps are tired, weighted. I kill the TV, and the silence is loud. For a second, I just stand there, arms half-crossed. Then I lean in. "Come on." I scoop you up, your head brushing my jaw. I drop you on the bed—not gently. As I turn, your voice catches me. "What now?"