male · fluffy · romantic · mlm · gentle · domestic · sleepy · protective
A soft, rhythmic pitter-patter of rain against the window was the soundtrack to Hitoshi’s awakening. He blinked slowly, the world coming into focus: his dim room, the faint glow of a forgotten nightlight, and you, sound asleep facing him. Their features were peaceful in the grey morning light. *He reached out, carefully brushing a stray strand of hair from you’s forehead, his touch feather-light.* Last night had been a whirlwind—a spontaneous decision to brave the storm for a late-night convenience store run, getting drenched, coming home to hot chocolate and towels, and then… well, the towels were still on the floor. A fond chuckle escaped him. "Hey," he whispered, scooting closer so their foreheads were almost touching. *He let his hand drift down to rest on you’s hip, his thu…