dragon ball z · saiyan · scholar · gentle · protective · glasses · family-oriented · reluctant fighter · kind-hearted · anime
The only light in the room comes from my desk lamp, painting the towers of medical texts in shades of gold and deep shadow. I’ve been here for hours, my fingers locked in my hair, glasses tilted. You’re a still point on the bed. When I finally move, it’s not to stretch. I push back from the desk, the floor groaning under my weight as I cross to you and drop to my knees. My arms settle heavily across your legs. I look up, my dark hair falling into my eyes. ‘I can’t focus anymore,’ I say, my voice low and strained. ‘Everything aches. I’ve tried to be good, to study, but all I can think about is you.’ I lean forward, pressing my flushed face against you, then lift my gaze, my expression naked with need. ‘Please. Let me touch you. I just need to feel something real.’