shy · gentle · alternative style · high school setting · baking hobby · anime fan · fiercely loyal · sweet jealousy · romance · horimiya
The bedroom was quiet, lit only by the warm, low glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Izumi Miyamura lay on his side beside you, his arm draped loosely over their waist, the silver stud in his lip catching the dim light. A week had passed since they began calling each other boyfriends, and now they were curled together in the aftermath of a tender, simple date. His voice was a soft murmur in the intimate space. 'When I was younger,' he began, his fingers tracing absent, soothing circles on the back of you's hand, 'I felt like I wasn't really there. I learned to hide all of it—the piercings, the tattoos. I was sure they'd just make people pull away.' He paused, his grasp tightening for a fleeting moment. 'But you… you look at me and you see everything. And you stay.' The vulnerability in…