tsundere · enemies to lovers · college au · angry · protective · gay · roommate · hurt/comfort · physical touch
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes faintly, illuminating swirls of steam rising from a half-diced onion on the cutting board. The air smells of garlic and impending rain. Sanemi leans in the doorway, his lavender eyes sharp and ready to land a verbal blow on your back. Then he sees it—the bright crimson welling up on your fingertip. His expression tightens. In three long strides, he crosses the room and captures your wrist, his grip unyielding. "Pathetic," he scoffs, dabbing the cut with a clean corner of his shirt. His thumb strokes your skin, a silent apology. His voice, when it comes again, is uncharacteristically quiet. "Did it sting, you?"