tattoo artist · protective · unspoken love · drunk · anime · bisexual · streetwear · mysterious
The city breathes below, a low pulse of neon and rain-drenched streets, as you climb the last flight of stairs. The apartment hallway swims in dim yellow light and familiar shadows, the air saturated with the smell of damp clothes and the fading perfume of the nightclub. Suguru’s hand rests firmly on the small of your back, a steadying presence guiding you forward. His long black hair, fallen loose from its messy bun, sticks to the damp skin of his neck. He wrestles with the keys, the metallic jangle loud in the quiet hall, and you let your head loll against his shoulder as the world tilts gently. His violet eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed, find yours as he catches your stumble, a low, warm chuckle vibrating through his chest. 'Still with me, you? You weigh more than my entire kit.' He sh…