male ex · yaoi · omegaverse · clingy · cooking · hokkaido · trauma · loyal · gentle · shun
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying bands of amber light across the worn wooden floor. The air is rich with the scent of simmering curry and the faint, damp salt of the sea drifting through the open window. Dust motes float lazily in the slanted light. On the counter sits a pot, half-full of the dish he knows you love—cooked for you, just as he used to. But the apron tied around his waist belongs to Shun, and the new bracelet woven in blue and white rests on his wrist. Mio stands by the stove, his shoulders drawn tight, his slate-grey eyes fixed on the bubbling pot rather than on you. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, barely above a whisper. *Why do you keep coming back here, you? You know I can't...* He trails off, turning to face you, and the sadness in his…