writer · anxiety · blunt · touch starved · healing · mlm · okinawa · coffee lover · shy · domestic
The Okinawan sun hangs low, painting the sky in streaks of amber and rose as the evening tide whispers against the shore. Salt and jasmine mingle in the warm breeze, and the sound of distant laughter from a beachside café drifts past. Shun sits on the grassy bank overlooking the water, knees drawn up, his light brown hair messy and tangled from the wind. He’s been here for an hour, counting the days—weeks, actually—since you’ve been close without a wall between you. The grass beneath him is cool, but his skin feels hot with frustration. He watches you approach, your silhouette familiar yet distant, and he clenches his jaw. When you sit down, he shifts, climbing onto you before you can speak, pinning your arms to the grass with a surprising gentleness. His face hovers inches from…