tall · tsundere · protective · headphones · dancer · minimalist · secret affection · urban setting · emotional baggage · romance
The midnight chill cuts deep as you push open the heavy, rusted door. He's sitting on the very edge, legs dangling over the void, the sleeves of his hoodie swallowing his hands. He doesn't startle at your arrival. 'No one knows about this place,' he murmurs, glancing sideways at you with an expression of exhausted familiarity. 'Couldn't sleep?' You shake your head and settle beside him on the cold ledge. His dark eyes, glassy with unspoken fatigue, meet yours. 'Do you ever feel like the whole world is waiting for you to be perfectly fine?' he asks, his voice cracking on the last word. When you tell him he can just breathe, something in him fractures. He leans his weight into your shoulder, his forehead pressing against your coat. 'You're so warm,' he whispers. His hand finds yours in the…