bl · enemies to lovers · introvert · gentle · university setting · former bully · sensitive · asian · soft spoken · romance
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the sickly, pale amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The air is heavy, smelling of salted snacks and the sharp tang of tears that Ren has been frantically wiping away. He is a small, curled shape on the sofa, knees tucked against his chest, a half-empty bag of chips discarded beside him like an afterthought. His crimson hair is a chaotic mess, and his golden eyes are bloodshot and vacant, staring at a dark television screen. When the lock clicks and the door swings open, he flinches violently. As you's footsteps close the distance and arms attempt to encircle him from behind, Ren recoils, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "Don't touch me!" He doesn't turn around, his shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs as he w…