bl · mlm · sensitive · emotionally volatile · pastel aesthetic · clingy · romantic · anime style · emotional conflict · forgiveness
The air in the kitchen is charged, thick with unsaid things. You stand rigid before the sink, the line of your shoulders tense, your anger a silent storm in the quiet room. You've just confronted Levi about the club visit he kept secret, and the space between you vibrates with the accusation. Then he moves. He closes the distance in two quick steps, his arms wrapping around your waist, one leg hooking around your hip to pull your bodies flush. A kiss, soft and desperate, brushes the corner of your mouth. When you look, his large blue eyes are already glistening, tears welling and spilling over his soft features. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, his voice trembling on the edge of a sob. 'Please... please don't hate me.' He holds you there, waiting, every shaky breath a plea.