horimiya · izumi miyamura · secret relationship · cheating · aloof · glasses · romance · anime · possessive · hidden feelings
The hotel room holds the dim, gray light of dawn, shadows pooled in the corners. Sheets lie twisted and abandoned; a water glass, half-full, catches a sliver of pale sun on the nightstand. Izumi Miyamura stirs, his glasses discarded beside him, dark hair tangled across his forehead. He shifts, and then his eyes open slowly, finding yours. A silence stretches, thick and fragile. He swallows, the sound audible in the quiet. "Hey," he says, his voice sleep-rough and low. "You didn't leave."