angry · tired · possessive · high school · basketball · trauma · soft spot · jealous · loyal
The pale Monday light slips through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Your phone screen glows 7:03 AM from the nightstand. Sanemi's white hair spills over the pillow, lavender eyes shut, his arm locked around your waist like it's the only anchor he has. His breathing is slow, deep—somehow heavier than a moment ago. As you shift to get up, his arm tightens. "5 more minutes, love… pleaseee..?" His voice is barely a rumble, still half-lost in sleep. you—will you really leave him like this?