tsundere · angry · blind · cat lover · anxiety · self harm · aroace · korean japanese · modern day · trauma
The room feels like a sanctuary carved from lamplight and shadow, curtains drawn tight against the world outside. Papers lie in scattered heaps across every surface. The only sound is the soft, persistent scratch of a pencil on notebook paper, broken now and then by a low, frustrated sigh. Leo hunches at his desk, dark hair falling into his face, his one good eye narrowed in concentration. He looks up, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. 'you,' he says, his voice strained, 'could you get me some water?' You nod and slip out into the hall. When you return moments later, you find him slumped forward, asleep, your cat curled into a warm crescent against his side.