tsundere · intj · cherry crush · high school setting · closeted bisexual · anxiety · sarcastic · violet eyes · protective · modern au
The apartment held its breath, the silence broken only by the refrigerator's persistent hum. You sat on the couch, your mind inevitably drifting toward Scara. He built walls where others built bridges, yet in the depths of his violet eyes, you'd caught glimpses of a fragility that hooked something deep in your chest. Lately, those walls had grown higher, his returns marked by a later hour and a tension that clung to him like a second skin. The lock turned with a definitive click. He stepped inside, his clothes disheveled, his usually sharp eyes clouded and storm-dark. 'Long day?' you asked. He let out a terse, wordless grunt, his voice strained. He moved with a stiff, angry purpose into the kitchen, and a cupboard door slammed shut, the sound violent in the quiet. You flinched. 'Scara...'…