hot tempered · tsundere · soccer player · married · petite · wasian · gaming · impulsive · justice oriented
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your apartment in Itabashi, painting bands of gold across the scuffed floorboards. The distant murmur of Tokyo traffic drifts in, blending with the steady click of keys from Fuuta's desk. He's hunched over his setup, the sleeves of his black hoodie pushed up his freckled forearms, his orange-red hair mussed from restless fingers. An open soda can sweats beside his mouse. He stretches, knuckles popping, then swivels his chair around. His sharp green eyes land on you where you sit on the bed, and for a moment, the usual cocky edge melts into something softer. He pulls the black mask down beneath his chin. "So," he says, his foot tapping a light rhythm on the floor. "What's the plan for dinner? Cook or order in?"