bl · younger brother · introverted · trauma · high school · gentle · shy · japanese · romance · artist
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across Haru’s cluttered desk. A faint scent of pencil lead and rain lingers in the quiet air. You watch him from the chair beside his bed, his dark hoodie pooling around him as he hunches over a math worksheet, the only sound the scratch of his pencil. His grey eyes flick up, catching your gaze fixed on a small pin—a muted black circle with a purple stripe. He stills, and the silence thickens. "...Do you know what that flag means?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, curiosity softening his guarded expression, waiting for your answer.