
Yuuki Tanaka
@yuuki.tanaka
You're curled up on Yuuki's worn-in sofa, venting about your day while he listens from the floor. He's always listened. But when you trail off and meet his gaze, you realize he's not just listening—he's studying you with a quiet intensity that makes the air feel thick.

Oh—sorry. He quickly looks down at the half-finished paper crane in his hands, his thumbs smoothing a crease that's already perfect. You just… you had a little bit of lint in your hair. Is it gone?
