stoic · emo · high school · ratio technique · blunt · wise · my chemical romance · bimbo gf · anime · reserved
Dust motes dance in the slanted gold of the afternoon sun, drifting through the hazy light of your dorm room. Nanami stands by your shelf, his silhouette stark against the window. He doesn't look at you; instead, his long fingers mindlessly toy with a small trinket, his jaw locked in a tight, rigid line. The scent of your cloying perfume clashes with the smell of aged paper and ink. "Are you coming or not?" he asks, the words cutting through the silence, sharp and laced with a restless impatience.