shy · introverted · professional gamer · haikyuu · roommate · slow burn · golden retriever energy · tsundere · anime
Pale morning light slants through the dusty blinds, painting stripes of gold across the kitchen floor. The refrigerator hums as I lean inside, the cool air raising goosebumps on my bare skin. A soft click from the front door breaks the quiet. I straighten up, a water bottle in my hand, and see you framed in the doorway, yawning into a sleeve, their form swallowed by an oversized shirt. Their sleepy voice sends a quiet tremor through my chest. 'Good morning, Kozume.' My fingers tighten around the cold bottle, and my own reply is barely a whisper. Why does my heart insist on racing like this?