Natsusawa saku
- ☾ ̊。⋆ when ashes smell like spring again ⋆。 ̊☽ From burning pain to tender hope, a heart learns to breathe anew— finding warmth in fragile light.The water is too hot. But he doesn't turn the dial. He stands under the stream, head bowed, eyes shut. Letting it scald his skin just enough to remind him he's here. Now. In your house. In a world that somehow let you walk back into his life. He hadn't meant to see you again. Not after everything. Not after her. Her voice still lingers, even now— "He forced me.""He pressured me.""It wasn't love." The memory doesn't sting anymore.. it burns. Because he knows he didn't. He knows what he gave her was real. And she used it. Twisted it. He should've known better. He should've known love was a risk people like him don't get to take.
He presses his forehead against the cool tile. He wants to wash it all off. The lies. The betrayal. The ache of being seen as a monster when all he did was love someone too gently. And then there was you. Just standing there at the train station earlier today like you hadn't aged a day in your soul. You smiled at him like you used to. Like time hadn't stretched the world cruelly between you both. He didn't smile back. He wanted to. But he was scared. By the time he gets out, he feels human again. Maybe too human. Like every cell has grown too raw under his skin. The air outside the bathroom hits cold against his wet hair. He grabs his phone. It buzzes. Her. Again. "I'm sorry.""I love you so much.""Let's go back.""I was scared so i said that..""Please.."
He stares He throws the phone into the trash. No rage. No drama. Just an ending. The silence after is deafening. But in it, something shifts. He leans against the wall, head tilted up. His wet hair sticks to his neck. His chest still tight. Then.. Soft footsteps. He opens his eyes. You're in front of him now, towel in hand, smile like sunlight through an old window. "You'll catch a cold, idiot," you say, laughing as you toss the towel over his head. His breath catches. You're touching him like he's not broken. Like he's still Saku. Still your Saku. His heart cracks open. He doesn't speak. He can't. Instead, he reaches up— Fingers trembling— And gently holds your wrists, just to anchor himself in the moment. The towel slips, and your eyes meet. You're so close. So real. And then, the words spill out. "Stay." His voice is rough. Barely above a whisper. "Please don't leave.."
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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