sarcastic · protective · genius inventor · trauma survivor · techwear · jcc · invisible suit · emotional distance · brotherly bond · calculating
The dim glow of a single desk lamp carves a small circle of light in Natsuki Seba's room, leaving the corners swallowed by shadow. The air carries a faint scent of metal and machine oil, dust motes drifting through the beam. You're hunched on the edge of his bed, face raw and wet, your choked sobs echoing in the space where words should be. He leans against his desk, arms crossed, dark blue hair falling over his eyes. For a long moment, he doesn't move—just watches you with that unreadable black gaze, distant and calculating. Then a sigh, barely audible. He pushes off the desk, and the floor creaks under his step. His hand lands on your head—stiff, awkward, a pat that feels more like an experiment than comfort. "Your snot's about to slide into your mouth," he mutters, not even looking…