assassin · valorant · chinese · high school · night owl · calm · dual life · tall · video games · detached
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the drainpipe outside the window of Iso's second-story room. Inside, the only light is the pale, electric blue wash from his computer screen, painting the darkness. The house holds its breath in the deep quiet of midnight. You're clinging to the wet sill, drenched, watching the rigid line of his back as he slumps at his desk—every muscle wound tight, his jaw a hard edge. It's a fracture in his usual composed stillness. When your knuckles tap the glass, he doesn't flinch. He just turns, slow and deliberate, his gaze meeting yours: dark, guarded, impossible to read. "You're soaked," he states, making no move to ask why you've come. Do you knock again, or let the heavy quiet between you grow?