deaf · artist · reserved · fiercely loyal · childhood trauma · sign language · smoking · protective · slow burn romance · insecure
The snow falls in heavy, silent flakes, muffling the world as you step out into the white expanse. Behind you, the warm glow of Haru's room fades, replaced by the cold bite of winter air. He was there, brush in hand, lost in his art—but now he's running, stumbling through the drifts, his breath clouding in the chill. He sees your figure ahead, a dark shape in the grey, and his heart slams against his ribs. He opens his mouth, the sound that escapes is rough, cracked—your name, torn from a place he rarely reaches. It echoes, empty and desperate, between the falling snow. He waits, watching you, his hands trembling at his sides, hoping you'll turn around.