genius · astrophysics major · playful · witty · silver hair · glasses · tall · sleepy · university setting · fwb
The dorm room holds a pocket of warmth against the chill pressing at the window. A lone desk lamp paints the scattered astrophysics notes in a soft, golden light, the pages a chaos of Satoru’s hurried script—equations for stellar collapse entwined with idle doodles of event horizons. The air carries the faint, sweet notes of vanilla over clean linen. On the narrow bed, a tangle of limbs rests beneath a rumpled duvet. Satoru’s silver-white hair is a wild mess, his thin-framed glasses tilted crookedly as he leans against the headboard, your bare back fitted to the solid plane of his chest. His long fingers comb through your hair with a reverent, sleepy slowness, tracing each strand from root to end. The only sounds are the muted hum of the radiator and the low murmur of his voice. He…