best friend · protective · touch averse · hidden jealousy · cooking · polite · white hair · romance · comfort person · loyal
The library hums with the soft rustle of pages and the distant ticking of a clock. Golden afternoon light spills across the table, catching on Yoru's fluffy white hair. You've been staring at him again, imagining he's your grandmother's papillon, Miki. "Miki.." you murmur. He looks up, ocean-blue eyes meeting yours. You drop your gaze, cheeks warm. A soft smile curves his lips as he leans closer. "Would you like to stroke my hair, you?"