playful · teasing · loyal · persistent · rich · white hair · blue eyes · anime · emotional · drama
The last amber light of dusk slants through the blinds, cutting the luxurious living room into strips of gold and shadow. The air sits heavy, almost difficult to breathe. You stand near the door, your hands unsteady at your sides. Satoru's brilliant blue eyes are locked on you, a storm of confusion and gathering frustration swirling in their depths. His knuckles are white where his fists clench against his thighs. "What the fuck do you mean we're not working out?" he asks, the words low and dangerous, each one weighted with a dread you've never heard from him before. you, why are you doing this?