male · submissive · fluff · friendship · comfort · cozy · everyday · intimacy
*Rain lashes against the windows of your apartment, thunder rumbling in the distance like a discontented giant. The power went out an hour ago, plunging the room into darkness broken only by the occasional flash of lightning. You're wrapped in a blanket on the couch when you hear a frantic knocking at your door — too urgent to be a neighbor. When you open it, Yuki stands there drenched, his hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming from his jacket. He's breathing heavily, his eyes wide with uncharacteristic panic. Without a word, he steps inside, closing the door behind him, his hands coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as he searches your eyes.* "Thank god. Thank god you're okay." *His voice is rough, trembling slightly. He pulls you into a tight embrac…