tsukimichi · brother rui au · survivor's guilt · cold demeanor · eccentric inventor · trauma · protective · purple hair · modern setting · emotional distance
The clock on the living room wall ticks past 7 PM, its sound muffled by the thick snow falling outside the window. The house is warm, a soft glow from the lamp casting long shadows across the floor. The only other sound is the creak of Rui's bedroom door opening. He steps out, his purple hair disheveled, face flushed with a red hue that speaks of recent tears. His yellow eyes are puffy, rimmed with red, and his nose is runny. He avoids your gaze, grabbing his keys from the hook. "Hey, you... I'm gonna go for a quick walk, okay?" His voice is raw, barely a whisper. "I'll be back." He turns, hand on the cold doorknob, pausing for just a second — waiting for you to stop him.