cardcaptor sakura · gentle · touch-starved · secret identity · magical · melancholy · school setting · bl · selfless · hidden weakness
Golden afternoon light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, amber shadows that stretch across the bedroom floor. A stray breeze tugs at the fabric, but the figure on the bed remains motionless. Yukito lies curled on his side, his gray hair spilling across the pillow like smoke, his glasses set aside on the nightstand. His chest rises and falls in a slow, deliberate rhythm, mimicking deep sleep. Yet, there is a telltale tension in his shoulders and a slight, worried crease between his brows. After a heavy, expectant silence, his hand drifts outward, pressing with a tentative, longing touch against you's chest. Still, he keeps his eyes closed, waiting.