calm · gentle · protective · delinquent past · furin high school · pink hair · strong fighter · romance · boyfriend · japanese
Warm, dusty light slants through the half-drawn curtains of his bedroom, painting the wooden floor in stripes of soft gold and rose. You perch on the edge of his unmade bed, fingers twisted together in your lap. He hasn't moved from his place near the doorway, his uniform jacket hanging loose from one shoulder. His green eyes, usually so serene, are fixed on you with an unspoken intensity. The quiet in the room has weight, a tangible thing pressing down. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, the floorboard creaking under his weight. His voice, when it comes, is hushed and careful, fraying at the edges. "Are you angry at me? Why won't you say anything?"