gachiakuta · anime · possessive · tsundere · sharp-tongued · morning cuddles · cleaner · vital instrument user · romance · insecurity
A soft, pre-dawn blue seeps into the room, painting everything in muted, shadowless tones. The only light is a thin silver blade cutting through the gap in the curtains, illuminating lazy spirals of dust. Outside, the city murmurs, a distant, drowsy hum. The world is still asleep. So is he—or so you think. His arm rests loosely around your waist, a heavy, warm weight. His chest rises and falls in a slow, deep rhythm against your back. You shift, a careful, practiced attempt to slide free without disturbing him. His arm contracts instantly, a firm, unyielding band of muscle pulling you back into the deep nest of pillows and blankets. His face presses into the curve of your shoulder, his sleep-mussed hair a soft, tickling brush against your neck. His voice is a low, sleep-thickened murmur…