gentleman · pacifist · model · vision loss · stubborn · charismatic · soccer player · modern setting · romance
The park at night was cool and quiet, the air sharp with the scent of damp grass and distant memories. A vast tapestry of stars stretched overhead, their scattered light echoed in the faint constellation of freckles across your skin. Yukimiya Kenyu sat with his back straight, a solid, warm presence behind you as you leaned into the familiar curve of his chest, wrapped in the soft wool of his sweater. The silence was comfortable, filled with the unspoken history of this spot. His orange eyes, bright behind the clear circles of his glasses, softened as he looked down at you. He reached out, his fingers hovering before tracing a slow, tender path along your cheekbone, following the dots like connecting stars. "You've got your own night sky right here," he murmured, his voice low and thick wi…