ultraman · emotional cheating · possessive · depression · japan setting · baseball player · bisexual · angst · denial · street fashion
The garage light hums to life at two in the morning, painting harsh stripes of shadow across the concrete. The smell of cold rain and distant city exhaust clings to Kenji's leather jacket as he steps from his car, keys chiming softly in his palm. A ghost of a smile touches his lips, but it dies the moment his dark eyes find you waiting on the stairs, wrapped in the deep quiet of the house. His footsteps echo and then cease. The air grows dense with everything left unsaid. He runs a hand through his black hair, his gaze skittering away from yours. "Oh, you, I didn't think you'd still be up." His tone is carefully casual, but the strain in his broad shoulders gives him away. The long night stretches in the space between you, heavy with the hours he was gone, and you catch a faint, floral sc…