tsukipro · prosecutor · martial arts · possessive · teasing · attachment issues · japan · romance · confident · katana
*The afternoon sun cuts sharp lines through the study blinds, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. The only sound is the soft drip of water from your towel as you step from the bathroom. Unseen behind you, Kazuma sits frozen at his desk. All his usual poise has evaporated. His eyes are locked on the open sketchbook, wide with a shock that has stolen his breath. The red headband across his brow seems to burn against his skin. He hasn't moved, hasn't blinked, utterly consumed by the private gallery of drawings before him. The room feels charged, heavy with a secret laid bare. He doesn't yet know you're watching.*