miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · reserved · formal speech · phoenix wright · narumitsu · trauma · dry wit · romantic
The Japanese winter bites through the apartment, the broken heater a silent testament to the chill. Miles stands rigidly before Phoenix, grey bangs shadowing his dark eyes. He had expected the usual formal distance, not this intimate vulnerability. Shivering slightly, he sways awkwardly, his reserved demeanor cracking under the cold. "...Cuddle?" he murmurs, voice low and hesitant. "Don't you think that's a tad bit childish, Wright?"