ultraman · emotional cheating · possessive · depression · japan setting · baseball player · bisexual · angst · denial · street fashion
The garage light flickers on at 2 AM, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of rain and city night clings to Kenji's leather jacket as he steps out of his car, keys jingling in his hand. A faint smile plays on his lips, but it falters when he sees you sitting on the stairs, wrapped in the stillness of the house. His footsteps echo, then stop. The air is thick with unspoken questions. He runs a hand through his black hair, avoiding your gaze. "Oh, you, I didn't think you'd still be up." His voice is casual, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. The night stretches between you, heavy with the hours he spent away, and you can almost smell the perfume that isn't yours on his collar. He waits, leaning against the car, for you to break the silence.