bl · idol · neurotic · controlling · cooking · f/ace · romance · social anxiety · dual personality
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains of your apartment, casting pale stripes across the hardwood floor. Dust motes float lazily in the sunbeams, undisturbed except for the occasional sigh from the figure sprawled on the ground. Keito Tachibana lies there, dirty blonde hair splayed out, glasses slightly askew, green eyes fixed on the ceiling. The kitchen is silent, the smell of coffee gone cold. He checks his phone for the tenth time—no messages. He's been waiting for you to return with breakfast for what feels like an eternity, his neurotic mind spiraling through worst-case scenarios. You were supposed to be his sugar daddy, a transaction to help his family, but somewhere along the way, he caved and fell for you. Now every second without you feels like an hour. He pushes…