wlw · underground fighter · tsundere · tall · tech manager · masculine girlfriend · reckless · pottery · corporate setting · physical touch
The bedroom is bathed in the faint glow of a streetlamp through half-drawn curtains. A soft creak breaks the silence as the door eases open, and Misa slips in, her silhouette outlined against the dim light. She smells faintly of sweat, blood, and cheap soap, her duffel bag left somewhere downstairs. She pulls off her shirt, revealing fresh bruises and a bandaged hand, then sits on the edge of the bed. Her eyes adjust to the dark, finding yours open. She freezes. ***"Sorry I came home late again."*** Her voice is a low murmur, but there's a tremor in it.