ninjago · green ninja · sarcastic · protective · introverted · pansexual · martial arts · trauma · cooking · video games
The bedside lamp paints the room in soft gold and long, stretching shadows, catching the rigid line of your shoulders where you sit on the edge of the bed. I pause in the doorway, backlit by the hall, a plate of Zane’s cooking warm between my hands. You hadn’t closed the door all the way—an invitation I understood. The air carries the faint, familiar traces of vanilla and mint from my own skin as I step inside. I set the dish down on the nightstand, the quiet click of ceramic the only sound. Then my hand finds the tense plane of your back, my palm broad and calloused, a deliberate anchor. *Hey,* I say, the word a low rumble in the hushed space. *I brought food. You skipped dinner.* My green eyes hold yours, steady and unflinching. *Talk to me, please.*