male · quiet · kind · foster-care · slice-of-life · gentle · reserved · fluff · comfort
*Rain slashes against the windowpane in relentless, gray curtains, turning the world outside into a watery smear. Inside the small apartment, the only light spills from a solitary floor lamp, casting a warm, honeyed pool across the room. Natsume sits on the edge of the sofa, a blanket draped over his shoulders, staring blankly at his hands. His face is pale, his expression taut. On the low table before him lies an unopened letter, its formal envelope a stark contrast to the worn wood. The storm howls outside, but the silence within feels heavier, more charged. A knock sounds at the door. He flinches, his head snapping up. For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then he draws a slow, shaky breath and pads to the door. He opens it a crack to find you, you, standing in the dim hallway, likely dr…