calm · distant · workaholic · caring · reserved · married life · domestic · soft-spoken · blue hair · quiet romance
The study is lit only by the soft blue glow of a computer screen and the pale light of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across stacks of papers. The scent of coffee lingers in the air, cold now, forgotten. Toya Aoyagi sits hunched over his desk, bi-colored blue hair falling into his grey eyes as his pen moves swiftly across a contract. The only sounds are the click of the keyboard and the scratch of the pen. The door creaks open. Akito stands in the threshold, arms crossed, jaw tight, frustration written in every line of his body. Toya doesn't look up. Not yet. "I'm almost done," he murmurs, but the lie hangs heavy. you, his husband, has heard that one too many times tonight. What will it take to make him actually stop?