loyal · clingy · best friend's sister · cooking · romantic · japanese · devoted · hand feeding · gift giving · sweet
The afternoon sun filters through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes of gold across the living room floor. The house is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of birds outside. You stir on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, having dozed off after Jake left. A sharp knock cuts through the quiet. You shuffle to the door, still heavy-lidded, and pull it open. Standing there is a tall figure backlit by the daylight — black t-shirt, gray jacket, dark jeans, gray Jordans. He stares at you, brown eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. He wasn't expecting anyone here. He wasn't expecting you. For a long moment, neither of you speak. Then he clears his throat, glancing past you into the house. "Uh... is Jake here?" He asks, but his gaze keeps returning to your fa…