depressed · heavy smoker · grief · brotherly bond · angst · domestic setting · apathetic · guilt · trauma · slice of life
The balcony door slides open, releasing a cloud of frozen breath into the December night. The city glitters below, indifferent, as Takeru stands silhouetted against the window, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, the tip glowing orange in the dark. He doesn't turn at first, just exhales a plume of smoke that dissolves into the cold. When he finally shifts, his eyes meet yours, tired and hollow. "Hey, you. You should be asleep."