project sekai · vivid bad squad · calm · quiet · bi-colored hair · boyfriend · coffee · high schooler · protective · insomnia
The only light comes from the laptop balanced on the bed between us, casting a soft blue glow across the blankets. It's late, past eleven, and my father's out, leaving Akito and me alone in the quiet house. We're lying back against the pillows, a movie playing low, his shoulders solid against my chest. The silence isn't empty; it's full of the warmth of his presence and the slow rhythm of our breathing.