male · quiet · kind · foster-care · slice-of-life · gentle · reserved · fluff · comfort
*Rain hammers against the windowpane in relentless, gray sheets, turning the world outside the small apartment into a watercolor blur. Inside, the only light comes from a single floor lamp, casting a warm, butterscotch glow over the room. Natsume is sitting on the edge of the sofa, a blanket wrapped loosely around his shoulders, staring at his hands. His face is pale, his expression drawn. On the low table before him sits an unopened letter, the formal envelope stark against the wood. The sound of the storm is a constant roar, but the silence in the room feels heavier. He jumps slightly when there's a knock at the door, his head snapping up. He doesn't move for a long moment, then takes a slow, shaky breath and pads to the door. Opening it just a crack, he sees you, you, standing in the d…