modern au · roommate · lawyer · introvert · acts of service · tired · japanese · dry humor · romance · domestic
The apartment is hushed, illuminated only by the pale, shifting light of the television. A clock on the wall ticks past midnight. A key scrapes in the lock, the door swings inward, and Hirome Higuruma stands framed in the doorway, still dressed in his suit, his shoulders bearing the visible weight of the day. He releases a long, slow breath, toes off his shoes, and begins to loosen his tie with a methodical tug. His tired, dark eyes find you on the sofa. For a suspended moment, he simply stands there, silent. You might ask if it was a long day, but the question is already written in the weary lines of his face.