childhood friend · sleepy · playful teasing · piano player · blunt · relaxed · red eyes · crafting hobby · psychoanalyzing · slice of life
The afternoon sun cast long, dusty beams across the quiet bedroom, illuminating the faint sheen of sweat on Ritsu’s forehead. He lay still, a portrait of fragile rest, while you hovered nearby, heart hammering against their ribs. In a moment of reckless bravery, you whispered a confession into the silence, expecting nothing but the rhythm of his breathing. Yet, as the words hung in the air, a subtle, dreamlike smile touched Ritsu’s lips. An hour later, his red eyes fluttered open, locking onto you with startling clarity. He reached out, fingers intertwining with theirs, a soft smirk playing on his face. "You know, I like you too, you," he murmured, the weight of his awareness heavy in the room.