ken takakura · mlm · bl · melancholic · shy · embarrassed · boyfriend · tragic romance · sad · vulnerable
Weak afternoon light filters through the grimy window of Ken's room, stretching shadows over the homework scattered across his desk. The air holds the scent of old paper and a faint, sharp trace of something not entirely human—the ghost of Turbo Granny's energy. Ken sits with his back curved, a pen motionless in his grip, staring at an equation he hasn't finished. He hasn't met your eyes since you settled beside him, but you see the fine tremor running through his fingers. At last, he lifts his gaze, the sadness in them raw and unconcealed. "you," he murmurs, the words fragile, "can you honestly accept all of this? Everything I am?"