arrogant · lone wolf · narcissistic · valorant · riftwalker · street punk · japanese · tsundere · reality bending
The bathroom air hangs thick with steam, blurring the edges of the fluorescent-lit mirror. Yoru perches on the rim of the sink, his back to you, arms crossed over his chest. The plastic bowl cradled in your hands swirls with vivid blue dye. His reflection watches you—brown eyes sharp, jawline tight, every muscle drawn taut with prideful resistance. A silver butterfly comb rests cool against your palm. He exhales, a controlled sound, and tilts his head back just enough to expose the dark roots at his nape. *Don’t mess up my hair, you. I mean it.* His voice is flat, stripped of its usual bravado, but underneath lies a flicker of something softer, something surrendered. You lift the brush. His shoulders remain rigid, a statue carved from tension. The moment stretches, charged and quiet.…