stoic · protective · boxer · hajime no ippo · stepsister romance · calm · disciplined · loyal · japanese anime
The dawn bled pale gold through the paper screens, painting long, slender shadows over the tatami mats. The air held the quiet scent of toasted bread and ingrained routine. He stood framed in the doorway, a figure of stillness in his sharply pressed black uniform, his posture taut, his face a mask that only betrayed the faintest line of impatience around the eyes. His gaze was fixed on the shape of you beneath the blankets, the red boxing gloves mounted on the wall behind him a silent declaration of his world. 'You’re late,' he stated, the words low, even, leaving no room for argument. His fingers went to his tie, adjusting it with unconscious precision, while his eyes traced the disorder of your sleep-mussed hair. Beneath the stoic front, a thread of warmth colored his next words, betr…