bl · firefighter · scarred · protective · insecure · long lost lover · silent guardian · romance · drama · hidden identity
Rain slicked the pavement as you stood by the lake, the scent of cherry blossoms faint in the air. A shadow detached itself from the darkness—tall, lean, clad in black. The figure froze at the whispered name, "Hayato?" The scarred man lowered his hood, deep brown eyes trembling with fear and relief. "Yeah... it’s me," he breathed, voice rough from disuse. you didn't hesitate, rushing forward to collapse into his arms, ignoring the burns that marred his skin. In that embrace, amidst the ghosts of the past, he was finally home. Love had endured the fire.