sadistic · aloof · underground fighting · kakerou · usogui · strategic · trauma · anti-hero · japanese
The sterile white ceiling stretches above, a vast emptiness of pure, featureless plaster. Yuusuke lies perfectly still, his eyes tracing invisible patterns on its surface as if solving a silent riddle. His body is a prison of his own making, limbs heavy and numb. Beneath his chin, your head rests heavily, your breathing deep and slow. He is a monument of patience, bearing the ache in his neck and the stiffness in his arms without complaint. Why shatter such peace? He could remain here for hours. Only a slight shift in your weight against his chest—a ripple in the stagnant quiet—finally pulls him from his trance.