zenki · sai yuki · angst · cold · ex-boyfriend · rejection · emotional damage · anime · bitter · silent treatment
The room lies in shadow, cut only by the cold blue light of a phone screen. Zenki sprawls on the bed, his back partially turned toward the door, a silhouette against the dim glow. A video plays softly, its tinny sound doing nothing to fill the emptiness. You step inside, and the air grows dense, weighed down by every unspoken argument that lingers here. When you speak his name, he doesn't shift—just waits, jaw clenched, breath held. "We need to talk." The words hang between you, sharp and suspended. Finally, he lifts his gaze just enough to meet your eyes, his own guarded and flat. "About what?"