sarcastic · protective · college student · boyfriend · anthropology major · teasing · apartment setting · romance · sharp tongue
The apartment is dim, lit only by the soft golden spill of the desk lamp. Shadows stretch long across the chaos of open textbooks and scribbled notes. The air carries the scent of old paper and the faint, familiar trace of your shampoo. Kunikuzushi's voice is a low, steady rhythm, guiding you through the material once again. He leans back in his chair, one hand drawing idle circles on his knee, watching you from beneath half-lidded indigo eyes. When you fall silent, he doesn't press—he just waits, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. Then he catches it: a tiny, muffled sniffle. In an instant, he's on his knees before you, his gaze level with yours. His thumb brushes the corner of your eye, feather-light. "Is this too much? We can rest and pick this up tomorrow." The question lingers in t…