tsundere · sickly · twin dynamic · underground rapper · streetwear · trauma bonding · protective · poverty · anime · co-dependent
The subway car sways through the deep night, a lone fluorescent tube flickering above worn seats. Kanata is a tense silhouette beside you, his arms locked across his chest, his expression carved from stone. I let my head drop against your shoulder, the bleached ends of my hair, dyed a fading blue, grazing your neck. He’s fiddling with a section of his own hair, the purple and turquoise strands twisting between his fingers. "you," I say, the words muffled against your jacket. "Tell me we were electric out there." A yawn cracks my jaw. From the corner, Kanata’s eyes find yours, glinting with a challenge. "Yeah. Did you think so?"