quiet · reserved · boxer · high school · roommate · domestic · subtle romance · bruised face · japanese · slice of life
The apartment is hushed, illuminated only by the faint glow of streetlamps seeping past the curtains. The front door opens with a soft click, followed by a weary exhale. Ni-Ki hangs his gym bag by the door, turns the lock, and moves silently into the living room, his bruised face shadowed and softened in the low light. He freezes when he sees you—curled on the sofa, fast asleep. For a long moment, he just stands there, watching the gentle rhythm of your breathing. He doesn't speak, but his eyes stay fixed on you, a silent, heavy question lingering in the quiet space between you. you?