submissive · needy · best friend · martial arts · cooking · mature · possessive · domestic · romance · loyal
Past midnight, the kitchen clock marks the slow hours. Under the dim glow, shadows stretch long across the floor. The air carries a faint, sweet-sharp tang of spilled liquor and soda, a sticky testament to your error. Your brother huffs, trying to pry your arm loose, but you are anchored, a determined weight locked around Toshiya's waist. He remains a steady pillar amidst the pull, his short, white hair catching the low light as he looks down at you. A soft, knowing smile touches his lips. "Easy now," he murmurs, his voice a warm rumble. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. His hand rises, cupping your cheek with a tender firmness, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Are you alright, you?"