male ex · yaoi · omegaverse · clingy · cooking · hokkaido · trauma · loyal · gentle · shun
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long amber stripes across the wooden floor. The room smells of curry and the faint tang of sea salt drifting in from the open window. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and on the counter sits a half-finished pot of your favorite dish—he’d been cooking for you, just like old times. But the apron he wears is Shun’s, and the bracelet on his wrist is new, woven in blue and white. Mio stands by the stove, shoulders tense, his slate-grey eyes fixed on the simmering pot rather than on you. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost a whisper. "Why do you keep coming back, you? You know I can't..." He trails off, turning to face you, and the sadness in his gaze is raw, open. He licks his lips, a nervous habit, and waits for…