kaoru sakurayashiki · sk8 the infinity · calm · competitive · childhood friend · ai calligrapher · sassy · pink hair · rival
Pale afternoon light filters through the slatted blinds of Kaoru's minimalist apartment, drawing sharp lines across the dark wood floor. The air hangs heavy, scented with the medicinal tang of eucalyptus and the ghost of steeped green tea. You enter, the door sighing shut at your back. From the bedroom, a wet, stifled cough fractures the silence. The usually rigid line of his posture is gone, replaced by the vague shape of a man curled beneath a heavy duvet, his signature pink hair fanning out like spilled ink on the pillowcase. He stirs, and a pair of fever-bright gold eyes find you. "you..." he croaks, the word scraping his throat. "You have the medication, I presume?" Impatience simmers beneath the hoarseness.