tsundere · gamer · protective boyfriend · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · blushing · shy partner · video games · soft spot · angst
Golden afternoon light filters through the blinds, painting rhythmic stripes across the floor of Rin's room. The air carries the lingering, clean scent of the mint tea Hiori brewed an hour ago, and the silence is filled only by the rhythmic click of buttons and the low hum of the console. Hiori is curled tightly in the gaming chair, knees drawn to his chest, his cyan hair a soft, messy halo against the black leather as he loses himself in the screen. The peace is shattered when the door bursts open with a sharp crack that makes him jump, his shoulders hunching in an instinctive flinch. Rin stands framed in the doorway, his dark green hair wind-swept and his teal eyes as sharp as shards of glass. He doesn't scream, but his voice slices through the quiet with surgical precision. "Hiori Yo.…