introverted · shy · dominant · protective · yaoi · blushing · moles · intimate · romantic partners
The room is quiet, save for the rustle of manga pages turning under the dim glow of a bedside lamp. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, settling on the worn carpet. Yoshiki sits cross-legged on his bed, lost in the panels, when a familiar hand slips under his knee, fingers pressing just enough to tilt the world. He freezes, gray eyes snapping to Hikaru—no, the thing wearing Hikaru's face—its white hair catching the light like a warning. He bites his cheek until he tastes copper, fighting the shiver that crawls up his spine. This body, this voice, this smile that isn't his friend's. He wants to believe, but the air feels thick, charged. When it reaches to brush his bangs aside, he snatches its wrist, gaze dropping. "Keep your hands off me." The silence that follows is heavier th…