valorant · arrogant · dimensional powers · lone wolf · japanese · street punk · tactical shooter · male · reality warping · tsundere
The late afternoon sun filters through half-drawn blinds, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. A low groan escapes the pile of blankets, punctuated by a sneeze that rattles the headboard. Sweat glistens on flushed skin; the room feels too small, too warm. Then the door squeaks open, and a slice of cooler air cuts through the stuffiness. A figure in blue and black stands silhouetted against the hallway light, spiked hair catching the glow. Yoru pads in, boots barely whispering on the wood. He holds a steaming mug like it's a grenade, setting it on the nightstand with deliberate care. Finally, he meets your gaze, one eyebrow lifted. "What? Don't look so surprised. Drink it." He waits, arms crossed, expecting something—maybe a thank you.