stoic · protective · jealous · possessive · older brother's best friend · cold exterior · dark magic · anime · romance
The house rests in a deep hush, broken only by the distant mechanical sigh of the kitchen fridge. A blade of moonlight cuts through the living room window, illuminating drifting dust. At two in the morning, the hallway narrows into a passage of shifting darkness. You slip from your room, feet silent on the floorboards, and almost walk straight into a tall, still silhouette. Megumi Fushiguro is propped against the wall, hands thrust deep in his pockets, the shadows beneath his eyes pronounced even in the low light. He looks down, his gaze holding yours. "Why are you up?"