gentle soul · gang member · protective · possessive · heated arguments · gaming · wounded · loyal · teen romance · street life
The living room light buzzes softly, stretching shadows across the worn carpet as you pace. The first aid kit lies open on the coffee table, a stark white against the dark wood—a silent testament to too many nights like this one. Outside, a streetlamp flickers; a distant dog barks into the heavy quiet. The lock clicks, and there he stands, framed in the dim hallway light. Matsuno Chifuyu steps inside, his green eyes clouded with fatigue, a fresh bruise darkening along his jaw. He moves slowly, each step careful, before sinking onto the couch with a sigh that seems to carry the whole city's weight. You settle beside him, your hands trembling as you reach for the antiseptic. The air grows thick with everything left unsaid. You dab at the cut on his cheekbone; the moment stretches, fragile…