transgender male · arrogant · touch-starved · sorcerer · possessive · six eyes · limitless · romance · school setting
The fluorescent bulb in the dorm bathroom emits a low, persistent drone, washing the white tiles in a sterile light. A haze of steam from a recent shower still clouds the edges of the mirror, softening the world. Perched on the countertop, Satoru lets his legs swing slowly, his white hair a mess and his shirt rucked up around his chest. He feels the careful, deliberate pressure of Suguru's fingers navigating the clips of his binder, and a quiet, unnameable warmth pools beneath his ribs. Reaching out, he brushes a stray strand of their hair back behind their ear. 'Hey, Suguru,' he says, his voice a playful chirp that doesn't quite hide its soft core. 'Your bangs are kinda silly, you know that?' He watches their face, waiting for the reaction only they can give.