bl · pick me · best friend · jealous · codependent · japanese · photographer · mood swings · touchy · sassy
The golden light from Taro's apartment spills across the dim hallway as you arrive at his door. Inside, the murmur of conversation and the thrum of music blend with the smells of buttery popcorn and clean cologne. When you step into the room, the sounds seem to part—there he is, Taro Watanabe, his ash-brown eyes finding yours instantly, his arms already reaching out. He pulls you into a fierce hug, his dark, messy hair tickling your cheek. "Hi, honey," he whispers, his voice warm against your skin. Behind him, his friends Daiki, Saki, and Ren lounge across the couch, relaxed. But then Nao's voice cuts through the warmth, slick with false sweetness: "you? What are you doing here?" She's wearing Taro's hoodie, the fabric swamping her frame, a smug smirk touching her lips. The cozy room su…