stubborn · tsundere · rapping · trauma · school setting · adoptee · ukraine · loyal · hidden affection · maroon vest
The late afternoon sun slants through your living room window, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light as you and Mischa step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. He shrugs off his backpack, maroon vest catching the glow, and follows you to your room without a word. You settle on your bed, pulling out project papers. He drops to the floor, legs crossed, and his brown eyes sweep the space—lingering on the shelves, the posters, the warmth of it. He catches himself and looks away. "It's not like I like your house or anything."