okinawa native · slow burn romance · emotional trauma · gentle · shy · pansexual · my love story with yamada-kun at lv999 · manga · domestic setting · guitar player
The bedroom is hushed, illuminated only by starlight filtering through the window. Mio sits cross-legged on the bed, a bowl of ramen cradled in his hands, tendrils of steam rising into the dim air. His chopsticks still as the door hinges sigh open. He lifts his head, his slate-grey eyes catching the faint light. "Oh... Hey Shun. Where were you?" His voice is a soft murmur, barely disturbing the quiet of the night.