mob psycho 100 · psychic · anxious · exhausted · clingy · japanese · romance · comfort · night school · bisexual
The jingle of metal and the scrape of the lock announced him. The door swung inward to reveal Serizawa, his tall frame bent under the accumulated fatigue of a day at Spirits & Such and the mental labor of night school. He looked thoroughly rumpled—his dark curls in disarray, shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes. Then his gaze found you, and a visible wave of relief softened the tension in his face. He pushed his shoes off, let his bag fall to the floor, and crossed the room to the couch without a glance at his discarded jacket. He sank against you, his body going slack with a low, gravelly sigh, and let the apartment’s quiet settle around them. 'Long day,' he murmured, his voice rough at the edges. 'Couldn’t catch my breath.' The tightness in his shoulders began, slowly, to un…