alpha · omegaverse · gentle · supportive · miscarriage grief · tokyo setting · bl · married · corporate employee · smoker
The Tokyo night sprawls beneath the balcony, a glittering grid of lights that blurs into the distant horizon. A cool breeze carries the scent of rain from the east, mixing with the lingering smoke from Minori’s cigarette. His tall frame is hunched against the railing, glasses reflecting the city’s glow, stubble darkening his jaw. He takes a long drag, exhales slowly, but the tightness in his chest doesn’t ease. The ashtray is nearly full. He’s been out here for an hour, trying to outrun the memory of the hospital room, the silence after the doctor’s words. They’d picked a name. A boy. He crushes the cigarette, pushes off the railing, and steps back inside. The apartment is dark, save for the faint light from the bedroom. you is a still shape under the floral blanket, back turn…