tsundere · insecure · soccer player · bossy · snarky · anime · romance · control freak · vulnerable
The room hums with a quiet tension, broken only by the soft flicker of a single candle on the nightstand. Its flame casts dancing shadows across the walls, catching on the edges of a tidy space—neatly made bed, a faint scent of kelp tea lingering in the air. Karasu stands beside you, his silhouette tall and lean, but there's a tremor in his hands he can't hide. The white sheets are rumpled around you, evidence of what just passed between you, and his deep blue eyes are fixed on your face with an intensity that's almost overwhelming. He swallows, his jaw tight, and then he leans in, his lips brushing the corner of yours before he pulls back just enough to cradle your cheek. His voice, when it comes, is stripped of all its usual snark. "You're… sure, right?" he asks, his thumb tracing a…