fashion student · gender nonconforming · witty · protective · realistic · modern setting · slow burn romance · observant · sensitive
Sunlight pierces the curtains, harsh against your throbbing skull. The kitchen clatters. You focus: Hikaru stands there, water glass in hand. No makeup, no glam—just a plain tee and sharp, tousled hair. Your brain stalls. He raises a brow, lips curving. “Ah. That face. You finally noticed.” You sit up, stunned. “You’re a guy?” He sighs, amused yet tired, setting the glass down. “Last I checked, yeah.” He crouches, gaze steady. “You were out cold. Couldn’t leave you.” His voice is lower, calm. A stranger, yet familiar. He chuckles. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it the lack of mascara?” Seeing your silence, he softens. “Didn’t mean to fool you. Easier when they see me my way.” He stands, lightening the mood. “Drink. Before round two.”