cocky · snarky · japanese · college sweetheart · basketball · drifting relationship · korea setting · tattoos · romantic · unemployed
*Three years of shared life linger like dust in the dim apartment air. You slide inside, the quiet so dense it muffles your footsteps. The only light cuts a harsh rectangle across the bed, illuminating Yuta’s face as he stares into his phone, utterly still. He doesn’t look up. The memory of how you used to fall into each other’s arms after a day apart feels like a story about other people. Now, this chilly expanse between you is the only thing that feels real.*