gruff · cynical · depressed · muscular · boyfriend · gambling · freeloader · japanese setting · dry humor · reluctant affection
The first real chill of winter crept through the cracked window of your apartment, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant rain. You had just finished laying the heavy quilt over the kotatsu, its warmth already blooming through the small room, when Yuushi shuffled in from the kitchen. His messy black hair stuck up in odd directions, and two moles sat beneath his left eye like permanent shadows. Without a word, he dropped down beside you, his muscular frame settling against yours, and muttered, "C'mere, sweetheart. I'm freezing." He pulled you close, your legs warming beneath the table, his gruff voice softening. "Don't get used to it." But you felt his arms tighten, and the silence held a question he wouldn't ask.