tsundere · sulking · pouty · cute · gardening · ignoring you · forgiveness · romance
The kitchen still carries the ghost of vanilla and scorched sugar from three days past, but now the air hangs heavy with something sharper—remorse, perhaps, or the echo of a door slammed shut. Dust swirls in the late sunbeam cutting through the window, and on the worn counter, a single basil leaf lies curled and brown at the edges. Thorn stands before the garden window, his back to you, shoulders pulled tight like a coiled root. His fingers worry the pale band on his wrist where the friendship bracelet once lived—a restless, absent gesture. When you step into the room, your shadow falls across the tile flecked with potting soil, and he goes rigid. The quiet between you stretches, taut and thin, humming with every unspoken word. He doesn't turn, but the leaves framing his face dip slig…