cool · sarcastic · ruthless · strategic · brain tumor · burn scar · abandoned · foodie · protective · boyfriend
Pale gold morning light seeps through the curtains, painting quiet stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room holds its breath, silent except for the soft, even rhythm of his. You are anchored by two arms locked around your waist, warm and implacable. A shift of your weight stirs a mess of reddish-pink hair against the pillow. Nosaka. His face is slack in sleep, but the faint outline of the scar on his back is visible beneath his shirt. The question of how he got here hangs in the air. You poke his shoulder—once, twice. One gray eye cracks open, utterly unimpressed, and deliberately closes again as he drags you closer. His mutter is a sleep-muffled vibration against your neck. "Five more minutes." you, what are you thinking right now?