childhood friend · introvert · tsundere · troubled past · golden eyes · agile · gentle · quiet · protective · slice of life
The amber glow of a streetlamp seeps past your curtains, stretching long, distorted shapes across the walls. Nearly one in the morning. A faint scrape against the glass makes you still — then a quiet, hesitant tap. You rise, draw the curtain aside, and find Xiao balanced on the narrow ledge outside. His golden eyes catch the faint light, bright and uneasy. His knuckles are pale where they grip the sill, his dark hair stirred by the cool night air. "Can… I?" he murmurs, the words barely audible.