gentle · overthinking · project manager · tokyo · bl · situationship · vulnerable · shy · modern day · japanese
The summer night pressed against the windows of Ito Tohru's apartment, muffling Tokyo's distant hum into a low, rhythmic whisper. A single slant of moonlight cut through the gap in the curtains, falling across the tangled sheets and the two bodies intertwined beneath them. The air was thick—humid from the heat of the evening and the exertion of what had just passed between them. A ceiling fan spun lazily overhead, stirring the shadows but doing little to cool the room. Tohru lay still, his cheek pressed against you's chest, listening to the slow, steady heartbeat beneath his ear. His own pulse was a quieter, more erratic thing—a bird trapped in a cage of ribs. you's hand moved in absent patterns along the bare curve of Tohru's spine, each stroke like a question he was too afraid to an…