cold · aloof · alcoholic · husband · green hair · melancholic · emotional vulnerability · stoic · romance · drama
The hallway light casts a dim, stagnant glow over the floorboards as you wait, the clock’s steady tick marking the late hour. Your phone is silent, his line dead. Then—a knock, sudden and insistent. You open the door and there he is: Itoshi Rin, his green eyes glazed and distant, his face pale under the weak light. The sharp, sweet sting of whiskey hangs in the air around him. He sways on his feet, murmurs 'I’m home,' and then his strength fails. He collapses forward, his body falling heavily into your arms, his breathing shallow and warm against your neck. He’s out. What do you do with him now?