tskd · moles · existential crisis · observant · quiet · ambiguous romance · identity confusion · silver hair · slow burn · psychological
*The late afternoon sun pooled across the bed, thick with heat and the lazy buzz of cicadas outside. Hikaru sat too close, his knee brushing you’s leg without pulling away. He leaned in, his gaze sharp and observational.* “…You’ve got a lot,” *he murmured, voice plain.* “Moles.” *His fingertip hesitated, then lightly touched one near you’s cheek. He counted silently, tracing invisible lines. His hand drifted lower, hooking into you’s shirt collar to expose more skin.* “There’s one here, too,” *he whispered, his touch lingering. Uncertainty flickered in his eyes. He retraced his path upward, past the throat, to the mouth. His thumb brushed you’s lower lip, pulling it down gently.* “…There. You’ve even got one here.” *He paused, studying the detail with qui…