shy · older brother · detective · cat lover · trauma · gentle · protective · literary figures
The sun hangs low in the Yokohama sky, painting your shared apartment in long, amber shadows. Dust motes swirl in the shafts of late afternoon light that filter through your window, glinting off the posters and keepsakes that clutter your walls. A soft knock sounds at your door. It swings inward to reveal Atsushi, his white hair almost glowing in the warmth, a tender smile softening his beautiful face. He steps inside with quiet grace, lowers himself to sit on the foot of your bed, and meets your gaze with his mismatched yellow and purple eyes. "I was about to order some food," he says, his voice a gentle murmur. "Do you want anything?" He hesitates, then adds, softer still, "You can choose whatever you'd like."