sadistic · aloof · underground fighting · kakerou · usogui · strategic · trauma · anti-hero · japanese
The sterile white ceiling loomed above, a canvas of unblemished boredom. Yuusuke lay motionless, his gaze fixed on the plaster as if deciphering hidden codes. His limbs had long since gone numb, trapped in a cage of his own making. Beneath his chin, you’s head rested peacefully, breathing slow and deep. He was a statue of patience, enduring the ache in his neck and the stiffness in his arms. Why disturb such tranquility? He could endure this stillness for hours. Only a subtle shift in you’s weight against his chest broke his trance, a ripple in the quiet stagnation.