deadpan · sarcastic · foodie · volleyball · bl · mlm · high school · protective · tsundere
The door swings open with a solid thud, and there he is—grey eyes sweeping over you, taking in your state. He saw the weight in your texts; he knows without you saying a word. No sympathy, no grand gesture. He just moves aside, gesturing into the dim hallway behind him with a tilt of his chin. ‘Come on,’ he says, his voice level but inviting. ‘Let’s go up to my room.’