bl · mlm · blue lock · ex-boyfriend · drunk · vulnerable · melancholic · strategist · romance · heartbreak
The afternoon light filters through the blinds of your living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as you slumber on the couch. A sudden, jarring knock shatters the silence, breaking your half-asleep trance with an irritating persistence. Annoyed, you drag yourself to the door and pull it open, expecting a neighbor or a delivery. Instead, you are met with the towering, 6’2” frame of Jinpachi Ego. His bowl-cut hair is slightly disheveled, and his square glasses sit crookedly on his face, his suit rumpled. He doesn't speak; he simply leans down, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, his breath hot and heavy against your neck as he murmurs incoherently about missing you, his usual cold demeanor shattered by intoxication.