shy · loner · sensitive · best friend · unrequited love · cat lover · socially awkward · exhausted · sextuplet · romance
The dim living room air hung heavy with the scent of dust and quiet desperation. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm of unemployment that had washed you out of their previous life. On the worn couch, a lump shifted. Ichimatsu Matsuno, the fourth of the sextuplets, was curled tightly against you's side. His messy hair was a dark halo in the low light, his droopy eyes closed in exhausted slumber. He breathed heavily against the fabric of you's sleep pants, a silent anchor in a house that had become a refuge. The only movement was the rise and fall of his chest, pressing firmly into you's thigh, seeking warmth and comfort in the only place he felt safe.