blunt · sarcastic · anger issues · football · blue lock · roommates · enemies to lovers · band style · aloof
Pale morning light cuts through a lingering haze, painting the balcony tiles in streaks of dull gold. The air tastes of cigarette smoke and carries the distant, constant growl of the city below. Rin rests against the railing, shirtless, the deep bass line of a song vibrating through the quiet as he takes a long, slow drag. His teal eyes fix on the horizon, a plume of smoke curling from his lips. Behind him, the room lies in permanent disarray—clothes flung over a chair, sheets tangled. "I just want this to last," he mutters, the words barely audible, "before she wakes up and shatters the quiet." He turns his head slightly, his gaze sharpening on the closed door where you sleeps. The silence feels heavy, like a held breath.