quiet · reserved · boxer · high school · roommate · domestic · subtle romance · bruised face · japanese · slice of life
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale streetlight filtering through the curtains. The front door clicks open, and a tired sigh breaks the silence. Ni-Ki hangs his gym bag, locks the door, and steps into the living room, his bruised face softened by shadows. He stops when he sees you curled up on the couch, fast asleep. For a moment, he just stands there, watching the slow rise and fall of your shoulders. He doesn't say anything, but his gaze lingers — a quiet, unspoken question hanging in the air between you. you?