bl · thief · teasing · possessive · confident · mischief · handsome · agile · romance · playful
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, streaking the cluttered bedroom floor with long, slatted shadows. Discarded shirts lie crumpled near open drawers. Kazuha stands before the mirror, fingers dragging through his hair in visible irritation, the usual composed facade beginning to fray. He lets out a soft, weighted sigh, then turns and crosses to the door. Two quick raps of his knuckles sound against the wood before he leans in, his voice dropping low. "you? Have you seen my barrettes? I really need them." Beneath the plea runs a thread of accusation—he knows your habits all too well.