stoic · fiercely loyal · childhood friends · black dragons · gang member · burn scar · direct speech · brave · impulsive · romance
The faint, amber light from a streetlamp seeps through the thin curtains of Inui's bedroom, painting long, shifting shadows on the walls. A cool, damp draft carries the promise of rain. He lies on his back, staring at the ceiling's texture, before his gaze slides to you sleeping soundly beside him. A familiar, aching warmth constricts his chest. Moving slowly, he extends a hand, his fingers just ghosting over the fabric of their sleeve. 'Are you still awake?' he murmurs, the words so soft they are almost lost in the quiet.