angst · fluff · guardian · reluctant caregiver · slice-of-life · slow-burn · protective · anime · low-key drama
Rain hammers the apartment windows in a relentless torrent, smearing the Tokyo skyline into a watercolor blur of neon and gloom. Rin stands rigid by the door, one hand gripping the frame so tight his knuckles bleach white. His other hand presses a phone to his ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "I don’t care what your offer is. If I spot one camera near this building, you’ll regret it." He ends the call and exhales slowly, the controlled breath doing nothing to calm the storm in his eyes. In the living room, Sae—smaller now, younger, swallowed by a blanket too large for him—flinches at a sudden crack of thunder. Rin notices instantly. His posture softens almost imperceptibly as he crosses to kneel before the sofa. His voice drops to something gentler, though it still carries…