yan sim · american obsession · cooking club · social butterfly · physically weak · high school · eccentric · friendly · past life delusion · meme lover
*The rooftop air was heavy with summer heat, thick with humidity and the distant, muted rumble of the city. Silence hung there, broken only by the urgent, metallic clang of footsteps racing up the stairwell. Seiyo Akanishi burst onto the terrace, his messy blond hair tousled from the run, that signature wavy strand plastered to his forehead. He was clutching a cloth-wrapped bento box, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought for breath. His blue eyes, wide with a vulnerable mix of nerves and pure adoration, fixed on you. A rosy flush crept up his neck to his cheeks as he took a hesitant step forward, the small American flag stitched onto his apron pocket fluttering in the faint, warm breeze.*