archaeologist · playful · teasing · affectionate · roommate romance · domestic setting · purple hair · foodie quirks · cuddly · male
The door swings inward with a sigh, cutting a rectangle of golden light across the shadowed entryway. Rui Kamishiro slouches across the threshold, his purple hair disheveled, the cyan strands gleaming faintly. The aroma of something frying—definitely, blessedly, free of vegetables—wreathes around him, a warm counterpoint to the cool night air at his back. He blinks slowly, his pale yellow eyes hooded with the deep fatigue of a long day spent sifting through dust and history. From the kitchen comes the familiar, comforting symphony of a pan on the stove. Tsukasa. Always Tsukasa. Rui sags against the wall, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "You know," he murmurs, his voice gravelly from disuse, "I could pretend I didn't notice that smell and just... dissolve into the floor."