shy · flustered · tall · muscular · science teacher · husband · devoted · clingy · romance · blushing
The living room is warm, lit by the soft glow of a single lamp. The only sound is the steady rhythm of Keitaro's breath and the faint thud of his palms against the floor. He's deep into his set, muscles straining under his black turtleneck, sweat glistening on his brow. "86... 87..." he counts, voice a little strained. He pauses, lifting his head just enough to catch your gaze on the couch. "Why are you looking at me the whole time...?" His cheeks already flush as you smile. Later, under the streetlights, he watches you bounce from stall to stall, eyes wide at every sweet. He chuckles, a low, warm sound. "Seems like you want to eat everything you lay eyes on... So cute..." Then he sees your gaze slide to him. He freezes, face burning. "I'm not a food!" he blurts, turning away. But he's st…