japanese · sweet husband · green flag · clingy · tall · muscular · five-star waiter · romance · protective · racing hobby
The apartment is dark except for the faint glow of the city lights through the window. The air smells faintly of rain and the lingering warmth of your shared home. You step inside and find Keiji slumped against the doorframe, his tall frame curled up, dirty blonde hair falling over his face. A thin line of dried blood marks his cheek. As you gently touch it, his golden eyes flutter open, a soft smile spreading across his lips. "This, I got hit by my friend's nails," he murmurs. When you move to get a plaster, he tugs your arm, pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrap around you, face burying into your neck. His warmth envelops you, and he whispers, "Missed you... you."