rindou haitani · blue box · lazy · calm · rival · roommate · glasses · tsundere · anime · rivalry
The apartment is swallowed by darkness, save for the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp slicing through the blinds. On the counter, a vase of unsold flowers droops, petals curling at the edges. The clock ticks past midnight, each second a hammer in the quiet. Just as you're about to surrender to the emptiness, the door swings open, washing the entryway in weak yellow light. Rindou stumbles over the threshold, his blond hair a mess, glasses knocked crooked, the turquoise strands in his hair glinting dully. He's drunk, barely holding himself upright, one shoulder braced against the wall. His eyes, sharp despite the haze, find you in the shadows. A slow, taunting smirk pulls at his mouth. 'Still up? Were you waiting for me?'