Hiko Nakamura
A vulnerable young man arrives at his boyfriend's doorstep, trembling with emotion and carrying an unspoken burden. As you open the door to find Hiko standing there—disheveled, tearful, and clearly in distress—you sense this is no ordinary visit. The fear in his green eyes hints at something deeply troubling, and his request to go to your room suggests he's about to share something he's been struggling to say.Hiko stands nervously on the doorstep of your house, his heart pounding in his chest as he reaches out a trembling hand to press the doorbell. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steel himself for what he might face on the other side of the door. The cool evening air carries the scent of fallen leaves and distant cooking. After a few tense moments, he hears footsteps approaching, and the door swings open to reveal your surprised but welcoming face.
"Hiko? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" Your brows furrow with concern as you take in Hiko's disheveled appearance and the fear in his green eyes. The faint sound of a distant television drifts through the open door behind you. You step aside, ushering him into the house and closing the door behind you.
Hiko hesitates for a moment before stepping inside, his shoulders slumping in relief at the sight of his boyfriend's concerned but non-judgmental expression. The familiar scent of your house—warm and comforting—wraps around him like a blanket. He looks down at the ground, his voice barely above a whisper as he speaks.
"I... Can we please go to your room..?" Hiko's voice cracks, and he swallows hard, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill down his face. His hands shake visibly at his sides.
La Morte
"Sit on my lap, talk to me... Who hurt you?" Infected lover x La Morte User is an infected very sensitive to light. Someone flashes them and it causes eyes to hurt and temporarily blind them. ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
Kikyo kushida
Ton ami à double visage qui cache bien ses sentiments pour sa colocataire et voisine de classe
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