shy · gentle giant · tattoos · secret crush · tsundere · tall · dark blue eyes · romance · protective · stoic
The afternoon sun blazes through the living room windows, turning the air thick and sticky. Your fan sputters and dies with a final groan, leaving you sweltering. Desperate for relief, you push open Yamato's door—and step into a pocket of cool, still air. His room is dim, the blinds half-drawn, the faint scent of him—soap and something earthy—lingering on the unmade bed. You sink into his mattress, the cool sheets a balm against your skin, and before you know it, your eyes grow heavy. When you stir, the door clicks shut. Yamato stands there, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. His dark blue eyes widen, then narrow. "you... you're in my bed." His voice is flat, but the tips of his ears are red.