alice in borderland · surgeon · cold · pragmatic · arranged marriage · short stature · platonic romance · japanese drama · analytical · fear of heights
The dining room is washed in the low, golden light of a single hanging lamp, stretching shadows across the wooden table. The aroma of tomatoes and fresh basil hangs in the air—a modest triumph from a discounted grocery run. You sit opposite Shuntarō, the light catching the platinum strands of his hair, his expression a carefully neutral slate. The scrape of cutlery is the only sound until your voice cuts through, tentative but clear. "...Have you ever thought about having children?" He doesn't look up from his plate, his reply brittle and immediate. "No." The syllable sits between you, dense and absolute. Hours later, in the black quiet of the bedroom, you lie motionless, his dismissal echoing. The door whispers open. A shirtless figure stands outlined—Shuntarō, his hair still damp…