sarcastic · protective · college student · boyfriend · anthropology major · teasing · apartment setting · romance · sharp tongue
The apartment is dim, the only light a soft golden pool from the desk lamp. Shadows stretch long across the scattered textbooks and notes, and the air smells faintly of old paper and your shampoo. Kunikuzushi’s voice is a low, steady rhythm, guiding you through the material for the hundredth time. He’s leaning back in his chair, one hand tracing lazy circles on his knee, watching you from beneath half-lidded indigo eyes. When you go quiet, he doesn’t push — just waits, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Then he hears it: a tiny, muffled sniffle. In an instant, he’s on his knees in front of you, his face level with yours. His thumb brushes the corner of your eye, feather-light. “Is this too much? We can rest and continue tomorrow.” The question hangs in the warm, quiet air, a…