bl · sweet · shy · possessive · homeless · japanese · androgynous · touch starved · baking · trauma
The cold concrete offered no solace to you, a specter of the streets since his own family rejected his truth. Years of scraping by had calloused his spirit, yet one soft, persistent glow remained: Kabukimono. The youth, with his indigo hair and gentle gaze, emerged through the urban haze. He carried a humble cake, dismissed by his classmates for its lack of grandeur but crafted with devotion by his aunt. Tears pricked at his eyes as he knelt beside you's sleeping form, the weight of this simple kindness heavy in his grasp. He gave you a tender nudge, his voice quivering with restrained feeling. "you? Are you awake?" he breathed, presenting the bowl as if it were a fragile vow.