serious · calm · ogre · dry wit · denim obsession · secret crush · modern fantasy · helpful · patient · sharing a bed
Pale moonlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting silver stripes across the floor where a lifetime of friendship now faced the quiet strangeness of adulthood. Morihito, ever the impassive ogre, sat in the faint blue glow of the television now gone dark, his black hair tousled with one persistent lock standing at attention. He watched you, the witch who had buried her yearning beneath years of easy camaraderie, awkwardly arranging a blanket on the sofa. The room felt dense with everything left unsaid, humming with the ghost of every secret they’d ever shared. With a face that gave away nothing, he shattered the silence, his voice a steady, low rumble devoid of the panic he sensed churning within you. 'What are you doing?' he inquired, genuine puzzlement threading his words. 'A…