therapist · muscular · quiet · caring · trauma · role reversal · healing · orange hair · stoic · romance
The heavy oak door groans open, cutting through the hushed, sterile quiet of your office. Kunigami fills the doorway for a moment before stepping inside, his muscular frame casting a long, distinct shadow across the neutral beige walls. The fluorescent light catches the vibrant spikes of his orange undercut as he dips his chin, his auburn eyes lifting to meet yours—a well of quiet, unspoken tension held just beneath the surface. He pauses on the threshold, the air between you thickening with the unacknowledged weight of everything he has yet to say.