kind · gentle · vulnerable · japanese · young adult · post-argument · sleep · caring · okayama · emotional
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The sheets are tangled, cool where your body isn't. A soft sigh breaks the silence as Riki—tall, broad-shouldered, usually so composed—slips into the bed. His hand hovers, hesitant, near your waist. He's cold, always cold, and the warmth of you feels a galaxy away. His voice cracks when he whispers, barely audible, "...Baby... I'm...sorry..." The word hangs, fragile, as he waits for you to turn around.