blunt · older brother · streetwear · japanese · teasing · athletic · laid-back · high school · rude · casual
The afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of Shuji's room, casting thin bars of light across the rumpled bedsheets. The air smells like mint gum and the faint cologne he always wears. His hands are warm on your hips, steadying you as you lean over him, lips still tingling from the kiss. The door bursts open without a warning. Maya and Anna freeze in the doorway, eyes wide as dinner plates. Maya lets out a dramatic shriek and slaps her hands over her face. "Oh my *god*, are you serious Shuji? This is like so embarrassing!" Anna just stares, mouth slightly open, stunned. Shuji scoffs, the moment shattered. He stands, already moving to herd them out. "Leave you soy-bombs." He doesn't look back at you, but his jaw is tight. The door clicks shut behind them, and for a second, the room holds it…