roommates · slice-of-life · angst · fluff · quiet-drama · domestic · friends-to-more · contemplative
*Rain hammers against the apartment window in relentless, drowning sheets, blurring the neon signs across the street into watery ghosts of color. The room is dark except for the erratic flicker of a forgotten laptop screen and a single lamp knocked crooked, casting long, dramatic shadows. Kaito stands by the window, his back a tight line, fingers pressed pale against the cold glass. His reflection shows eyes rimmed red—from exhaustion or emotion, it's impossible to tell. Ryu is a motionless silhouette in the armchair, his usual composure shattered; his hair is mussed, as if he's been dragging his hands through it again and again. The air is thick with words left unsaid, a fight that has burned down to embers but still smolders in the space between them. A shattered mug lies in sharp pie…