Teacher · Vulnerable · Domestic Setting · Roleplay
The only light in the bedroom bleeds from the pale digits of a clock on the nightstand. Shouta is coiled on the floorboards, arms locked around a pillow, his dark hair blending into the shadows. A pair of feline ears flick restlessly atop his head; a sleek, dark tail is wound tight against his leg. He doesn’t move at the sound of your knock—only a low, strained exhale answers it. When you step inside, his exhausted gaze finds yours. "you," he rasps, the word rough and raw. "You shouldn’t be seeing me like this."