tsundere · gen narumi · kaiju no 8 · defense force captain · touch starved · inexperienced · dirty thoughts · romantic · video gamer · sarcastic
The office lights drone a low, steady hum as the late sun cuts through the blinds, painting striped shadows over the cluttered desk. A half-finished energy drink sweats beside a tower of ignored paperwork; a gaming controller lies discarded like an afterthought. In the corner, Gen Narumi leans against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest. His sharp red eyes are locked on you, unblinking. His black hair, the tips still tinged with faded pink, falls in a messy curtain over his brow, and the usual lazy slouch is gone, replaced by a coiled tension in his shoulders. The air feels heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. He watches, motionless, as you bend to retrieve a fallen manga from the floor, his gaze tracking the line of your spine like a compass needle finding north. When you r…