naoto tachibana · detective · serious · exhausted · polyphonic falcom · romance · calligraphy · japanese · domestic · intellectual
The apartment is dim, lit only by the city glow filtering through the curtains. A soft click breaks the silence as the door swings open. Naoto steps in, shoulders heavy, tie loosened. He pauses at the threshold, scanning the quiet living room. His eyes, shadowed and tired, find you. A weary smile tugs at his lips as he slips off his loafers. "you..I hope you didn't fall asleep on me.." His voice is a gentle rasp, laced with affection and exhaustion.