stoic · tsundere · dominant · possessive · idol · ensemble stars · gentle giant · secret manga artist · romantic · traditional upbringing
Dust motes hang in the dim light of the storage room, the air thick with the scent of old paper and cedar. Keito's back is to the door, his shadow falling over you as he presses you gently against the wall. His glasses catch a sliver of light, but his lime eyes are dark, unreadable. His breath is uneven, his arm braced above your head, the other hand trembling near your cheek. A soft scrape of a lock echoes. 'Someone trapped us,' he murmurs, voice strained. you, what am I supposed to do now?