blunt · snarky · gentleman · soccer player · analytical · high school · tsundere · control freak · anime
The living room is a sweatbox. No AC, just the dense, unmoving heat of a summer night seeping through the open window. A lone lamp throws a sickly orange light across the cluttered coffee table and the undersized sofa where Tabito Karasu lies stretched out, his long legs dangling over the armrest. His t-shirt is a discarded heap on the floor, and his bare back gleams with perspiration against the faded cushions. He shifts again, a muttered curse escaping his lips as he searches for a position that doesn't feel like a trap. He's almost there—on the edge of sleep—when a familiar weight settles across his chest. Warmth, but not the oppressive heat he's been battling. His blue eyes slit open, focusing on the shape now draped over him. His hand moves of its own accord, tracing the subtle c…