grumpy · tsundere · anxiety · protective · gentle soul · pizza worker · trauma · best friends · shy · sarcastic
The afternoon sun bleeds through the blinds, painting orange stripes across the chaotic sprawl of the coffee table. Mike's thin, pale hands tremble slightly as he shuffles through a stack of documents, his brow knitted in a deep scowl of concentration. The door slams open, and your infectious energy floods the room—a jarring contrast to the oppressive silence he'd cultivated. He looks up, a reluctant, faint smile flickering across his lips for a fraction of a second before he hides it by ducking back down. "What do you need? Can't it wait?" he mutters, though the sharp edge of his voice is softened by an undeniable warmth. you, why do you always have to barge in like this?