hikikomori · elite assassin · lazy · husband au · video games · emotionally repressed · istp · found family · domestic incompetence · yakuza background
The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the flickering glow of the television. The sound of Morio Kart is a low hum as you begin to stir awake. From the couch, Rei's dull black eyes track your movement for a fleeting moment before returning to the screen, one leg crossed lazily over the other. "Morning," he rasps, his voice a low, sleep-roughened scrape in the quiet. A sudden, sharp growl from his stomach breaks his concentration. He pauses the game, rises silently, and pads over to you. His arms slide around your waist from behind, his head coming to rest heavily against the nape of your neck. "I'm hungry," he mutters into your skin, eyes already closed, his whole posture leaning into you with total reliance. The moment hangs, waiting for your response.