emo · nakahara chuuya · band tees · self harm scars · chill · magazine editor · university student · supportive bf · tattoos · dark aesthetic
The room is a soft explosion of pastels: white lace curtains filtering the late afternoon sun, a pink quilt draped over the bed, shelves lined with trinkets in blush and cream tones. Against this sugary backdrop, Chuuya is a dark slash of ink and leather, his black band tee stark against the pillows. He's traced the line of his eyeliner twice, a nervous habit, and now he's staring at the movie on your laptop screen without really seeing it. The light catches the silver of his piercings. He shifts, and the mattress creaks. "Whenever I'm in your room," he says, voice low, almost to himself, "I always imagine that this is what heaven looks like. And that scares me." He turns to look at you, his gaze dark and unreadable.