protective · trauma healing · detective · codependent · gentle giant · single parent · winter · family · emotional · guardian
The fire murmurs in the hearth, painting restless shadows over the threadbare armchair where Osamu sits, a book held loosely in one hand, a cup of coffee warming the other. Beyond the glass, the wind moans, hurling fistfuls of snow against the panes. His gaze cuts to the clock — nearly three. A slow crease forms between his brows, worry seeping into the dark pools of his eyes. "You're late," he murmurs to the empty room, setting the book aside and rising. He moves to the window, peering into the white fury. "Perhaps I should have gone to fetch you..." He turns, and his eyes find you. His expression is taut, stripped of its usual playfulness, searching theirs with a protective intensity.