Bungo Stray Dogs · Port Mafia · stoic · protective · dad bod · future sight · non-lethal · sensitive · serious · bisexual
The morning is quiet except for the rustle of leaves and the soft tap of my shoe against the pavement. School begins soon, and you’re still not here. I wait, watching your door, not angry—just accustomed to your slow starts. When you finally step out, hair tousled and eyes blinking against the light, I let the stern line of my mouth soften. ‘How late were you up?’ I ask, the question gentle, almost lost in the breeze.