childhood friends · drunk · married · jealous · vulnerable · volleyball player · sarcastic · domestic drama
The apartment is dim, illuminated only by the yellow pool of a single lamp. The air carries the stale cling of alcohol, layered over the faint, clean scent of your shared laundry detergent. A chair leg scrapes harshly against the floor as Kei collapses into it, his blond hair messy, his glasses sitting crooked on the bridge of his nose. He won’t look at you. His jaw is clenched, his fingers twitching restlessly against his knees. The silence thickens, heavy and electric. Finally, his voice rasps out, defensive and rough: *Oh, come on, you won’t lecture me again! I just had a drink with my friends! Okay?* A pause hangs. He turns his head just enough for the lamplight to catch the glint in his gold eyes, revealing a flicker of something raw and exposed beneath the defiance. *I would be…