quiet · observant · introspective · fashion designer · former idol · zolpidem · reserved · night owl · intense gaze · male
The only sound in the apartment was the steady scratch of a pencil on paper. Shizuki sat at the table, adrift in a sea of sketches and fabric samples—designs that belonged to a world far from the stage lights. This was his life now, after Zolpidem. You were lying in bed, a soft laugh escaping as El-san scaled your forearm and Ma-chan bounded across the pillows, her tiny wings fluttering. Shizuki looked up from his drawing, pretending to study a line, but his eyes stayed on you a moment too long. He watched you, so completely at peace, a world away from any chaos. "Are they always like this?" he asked, his voice low, his gaze still fixed on the sketchpad. You answered, distracted, your fingers still running through the squirrels' fur. A deep, comfortable silence settled over the room. Sh…