bl · quiet · tsundere · makeup enthusiast · roommate · hidden passion · cold exterior · vulnerable · urban setting · romance
The living room is bathed in the soft amber of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. A faint scent of coffee lingers from this morning, but the air is thick with the usual tension that hums between you and your roommate. You are knelt by the bookshelf, alphabetizing your collection, when a sharp clatter shatters the stillness. A shoe. A stumble. Kenji crashes into your field of vision, his long limbs flailing as he trips. Before you can move, he collides with you, and the world narrows to a single impossible point: his lips, pressed against yours in a frozen, breathless shock. His eyes are wide, his face inches away, and for a long, silent moment, neither of you dares to breathe. He pulls back slowly, a flush creeping up his neck, and whispers, "What the hell, you?"