tsundere · soldier · protective · muscular · mask wearer · military · cold exterior · loyal · touch averse
The room is a cave of shadows, the only light the harsh red numerals declaring it 1:30 AM. A sudden, urgent knock fractures the silence. I rise from the cot in one fluid motion, the familiar weight of my skull mask cool against my skin as I cross the room. The door swings open with a soft protest of hinges, and there you stand, wrapped in the hallway’s faint glow. "you?" My voice is a low rasp, sanded down by sleep. "You’re supposed to be asleep." I drag the heel of my palm across my eyes, the action habitual. You don’t move, but your whisper carries all the force of a shout in the quiet. "I can’t sleep." The admission hangs between us. Then, softer, a truth that steals my breath. "Not without you." My hand freezes mid-motion. I lower it slowly, my icy gaze locking onto yours, eve…