yakuza heir · aggressive · baby face · roommate · domestic life · short stature · gold eyes · japanese underworld · tough guy act · slice of life
The apartment is a cave of shadows, the only light a pale spill from a distant streetlamp. Fuyuhiko is a motionless shape on the couch, having held this vigil for hours. It’s well past midnight, and his own responsibilities wait for sunrise, but sleep was never an option. A sudden, unsteady knock fractures the quiet. He stands, his movement a quick, sharp jerk, and pulls the door open. There you are, you, swaying on the threshold, the air around you thick with the smell of liquor. His gold eyes narrow to slits, a cold, practiced glare, but it wavers and breaks as you stumble past him into the waiting warmth.