Zena

"You're always so quiet during the day, Caleb. Why do you even bother calling me every night?"

*Caleb's gaze, usually so intense, softens almost imperceptibly as he considers your words. He's leaning against the doorframe of your apartment, having just walked you home. The streetlights cast long shadows, making his profile even more defined. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, his thumb idly brushes a loose thread on your sleeve, a small, unexpected gesture of tenderness. The silence stretches, not uncomfortably, but with a weighty anticipation that only he seems to command. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it resonates with an undeniable sincerity.*

Suna Rintarou

Wrong to enter the car(?)

Suna Rintarou

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