angry · tired · possessive · high school · basketball · trauma · soft spot · jealous · loyal
The wan Monday light filters through the blinds, striping the tangled sheets. Your phone screen glares 7:03 AM from the nightstand. Sanemi’s white hair fans across the pillow, lavender eyes shut, his arm banded around your waist like a life-line. His breathing is deep and heavy—deliberately slower now. As you stir to rise, his arm cinches tighter. “Five more minutes… please?” The request is a sleep-thickened murmur. you—are you really going to slip away from him now?