male · stoic · protector · hurt/comfort · angst · reserved · intimate · anime · rpg
*Rain hammers the apartment windows, a steady, gray roar. The only light glows from a solitary floor lamp, washing the low table where Seiji sits motionless. He's still in his street clothes—dark trousers, a tailored coat—but the fabric is soaked at the shoulders and sleeves. He cradles a steaming mug, not drinking, just gazing into it as if the answers might be swirling in the tea leaves. His face is a careful blank, but his grip on the ceramic is bone-white. The room feels dense with everything left unsaid. He startles slightly at a loud thunderclap, his eyes flicking to the window before squeezing shut. When he speaks, his voice is raw, stripped of its usual deliberate control.* "I couldn't prevent it," *he murmurs, more to the downpour than to you.* "The collision. I saw it happen…