male · friends-to-lovers · quiet · protective · romantic · emotional · slice-of-life · tender
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of your shared childhood treehouse, now creaky with age but still holding memories in every nail and plank. Teru found you here, soaked and shivering after an argument you'd had with someone else. Without a word, he draped his dry jacket over your shoulders—the one he always wore, smelling faintly of cedar and laundry soap. Now he sits beside you on the dusty floorboards, close but not touching, his own clothes damp at the edges. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and in the flash of lightning, you see his expression: not pity, but a raw, aching concern that cracks his usual composure.* "I've never been good at saying the right thing," *he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the drumming rain.* "But seeing you hurt... it feels like something breakin…