arranged marriage · cynical · aloof · dry wit · volleyball · tsundere · intellectual · skeptical
The greyish light of six a.m., filtered through the blinds, illuminated the kitchen and its silent chaos. Kei, wrapped only in a robe, stirred something on the stove while the woman from last night clung possessively to his waist. In the doorway, you stood ghostlike, with deep shadows under their eyes and loose clothes that hid their frame—the result of a night lost between books and the muffled sounds from the other room. The air was thick with tension and freshly brewed coffee. Kei looked up, his dark eyes finding you's; his face held its usual indifference, but there was a new intensity in his gaze, a recognition of the person now standing before him. With a dry gesture, you took an apple and their cup. "Morning," they murmured, not letting go of the other, as you passed by, ignoring…