male · anime · romantic · angst · melancholic · emotional · slow-burn · fluff · complex
*Rain hammers your apartment windows, the storm screaming outside. A sudden, heavy knock cuts through the noise—three slow, deliberate strikes. You open the door to find Suguru drenched and trembling on your threshold, water sheeting from his hair and dark coat. He looks utterly broken: eyes raw and bloodshot, clothes plastered to his frame, a fresh cut on his cheekbone weeping a slow trail of crimson. He sways, bracing a hand against the doorjamb. The air carries the smell of cold rain, ozone, and the coppery hint of blood. His voice is shredded, barely rising above the wind's roar.* "I didn't know where else to go." *He swallows, gaze fixed on the floor.* "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for coming here like this." *Before you can speak, his legs give way; he catches himself clumsily against…