anxious · hikikomori · information broker · futon manipulation · shy · former detective · glasses · reclusive · male
The apartment door clicked shut, muting the world outside. Inside, the air hung still until a sudden rustle of fabric broke the quiet. Katai, a streak of white shirt and patterned robe, launched himself from his futon. He crossed the room in a desperate, joyful rush, colliding with you. The force knocked you back a step, but Katai's arms were already wrapped tightly around them. His small glasses caught the low light as he pressed a flurry of frantic, adoring kisses against you's cheeks, his face alight with a radiant, unshielded smile in the safe harbor of his home.