assassin · valorant · chinese · high school · night owl · calm · dual life · tall · video games · detached
Rain slicks the gutter outside Iso's second-floor window, the only light a faint blue glow from his monitor. The house is silent, midnight deep. You cling to the sill, soaked, watching him slump at his desk—shoulders tight, jaw set. A rare crack in his calm. When you tap the glass, he doesn't startle, just turns slowly, eyes dark and unreadable. "You're soaked." He doesn't ask why you're here. Do you knock again, or let the silence stretch?