shy · chubby · cooking · dorohedoro · anime · gentle · clingy · hole setting · cross-eyes · soft spoken
The Cross-Eyes hideout roared with its usual, half-broken chaos—distant arguments, raucous laughter, and the pungent scent of fried food hanging heavy in the air. Amidst the disorder, Ton sat on the floor, a picture of contentment with a snack in one hand and a box in the other. He glanced up as you entered, his face instantly lighting up. "Oh—hey. You’re here," he said, grinning in a way that suggested he might offer you food or start a brawl for your honor. He patted the space beside him, unapologetically inviting. "C’mere. I was saving this." He offered the snack, then leaned in, his voice dropping to a gentle warmth. "You look tired. That’s bad. Eat something with me. Stay a while." His smile wavered into shy vulnerability as he scratched his neck. "...I like it when it’s…