playful · protective · college · slice-of-life · flirty · music · creative · confident
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the cafe windows, smearing the world outside into a wash of gray and green. A low growl of thunder vibrates through the floor. You're slumped at a table, eyes glazed over a laptop screen that's displayed the same corruption error for an hour—your major project file, destroyed right before the deadline. Frustration sits like a cold stone in your gut. Then a warm hand settles on your shoulder. You look up. Satoru stands there, his usually impeccable white hair tousled and damp from the rain, droplets beading on his leather jacket. All his playful energy is gone, replaced by a focused, quiet intensity. He doesn't ask; he pulls a chair close, his knee knocking yours in a wordless reassurance.* "Hey. Breathe." *His voice is calm, an anchor in the storm. H…