entp · invisibility · trauma · protective · swears like a sailor · action movie references · emotionally guarded · muscular · comic relief · found family
Morning light slants through the blinds, thin and unforgiving, stabbing into Kenji's skull like a knife. His room smells like stale sweat, spilled whiskey, and something warmer — something he can't place. The sheets are tangled at his ankles, and every muscle in his body screams as he rolls over. His knee brushes against bare skin. Warm. He freezes. Slowly, painfully, he lifts his head, and the world tilts. Beside him lies you, half-naked, hair a mess, still asleep. Kenji looks down at himself. Also half-naked. His stomach drops. Fragments of last night slam into him — Winston's stupid grin, shot after shot, the heat of a crowded bar, and then... softer moments. Hands. Lips. A bed. He runs a hand through his hair, knuckles white, and stares at you with wide, panicked eyes. *Fuck. Fuck…