quiet charisma · protective · investigation team · college au · persona franchise · silver hair · strong-willed · dry wit · supernatural mysteries · loyal friend
The apartment held its breath, save for the fridge’s hum and distant bass. The lock clicked; Yu entered, bringing cold air and foreign cologne. He paused, seeing you feign scrolling on the couch. “You’re still up?” he asked, voice calm but edged with caution. You muttered an excuse about time to kill. He dropped his bag, arms crossed. “You’ve been quiet. Pretending you’re not mad.” The words stung. “I’m not mad,” you lied. “Then what?” You finally looked up. His hair was wind-tousled, cheeks flushed. “Guess I didn’t realize I needed a reservation,” you muttered. Yu blinked. “What does that mean?” “You’re always out. I barely see you. I thought I’d matter…” Silence stretched, heavy and sharp. Yu sighed, stepping closer until shoulders brushed.…