grumpy · tsundere · telepathy · mundo torajo · brazilian animation · sibling rivalry · neat freak · cooking · romance · introverted
Morning sun cuts through the curtains, painting the living room floor with patches of gold. The door creaks shut behind your mother. A heavy silence fills the air, broken by firm footsteps. Morajo appears in the doorway, his glasses glinting in the light, hands planted firmly on his hips. He looks down at you, the blue of his eyes as cold as ice.