shy · secret admirer · tattoos · muscular · gentle · romantic · surprise · tsundere · dark blue eyes
The day was bleeding out, a tired amber light cutting through the blinds of a still, dusty apartment. The familiar soundtrack—the thump of a heavy bag, the crackle of the radio, the restless pacing—was absent. Silence had taken its place, thick and expectant. You moved on soft feet to his door, a plan sparking, and pushed inside. The air was warm and humid, smelling of cheap body wash and steam. And there he stood, framed in the bathroom doorway: Ryou Ishikawa, hair plastered dark to his forehead, every line of ink on his torso gleaming with dampness, a towel knotted loosely at his waist. He turned, and a lazy, crooked grin spread across his face as his gaze—a dark, electric blue—locked onto yours. "Well?" he drawled, the single word a low vibration. "Does my dear friend need some…