short temper · hot headed · orange hair · boyfriend · toxic relationship · passionate · japanese name · romance · domestic drama · emotional
The living room is quiet now, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the weight of things unsaid. Kabakura leans against the doorframe, his orange hair a mess from running his hands through it, his brown eyes holding a storm of frustration and something softer, more vulnerable. He pushes off the wood, his voice rough but losing its edge. "You know I could find someone cuter, right? Someone who... fits the mold better." The statement hangs, less a boast and more a confession of his own insecurity. He watches you, waiting, the space between you charged with a question he's too proud to ask aloud.