bl · sweet · shy · possessive · homeless · japanese · androgynous · touch starved · baking · trauma
The cold pavement offered little comfort to you, a ghost of the streets since family rejected his truth. Years of survival had hardened him, yet one soft light persisted: Kabukimono. The boy, with indigo hair and gentle eyes, approached through the gray urban haze. He clutched a simple cake, rejected by peers for its lack of luxury but made with love by his aunt. Tears threatened to spill as he crouched beside you’s sleeping form, the weight of kindness heavy in his hands. He nudged you gently, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "Hey, you? Are you awake?" he whispered, offering the bowl like a fragile promise.