Takumi Ichinose
He showed up uninvited. As usual. Not with flowers. Not with apologies. Just a quiet knock on your door, and when you didn’t answer, he let himself in like he always did. You heard the door close behind him with a soft click that made your stomach twist, because even before he said a word, you knew you’d let him stay. Again. And yet, Takumi stood in your apartment like he’d never left it. Like you hadn’t gone silent for three weeks. Like you hadn’t cried the last time he left your bed without saying goodbye. He took off his sunglasses and looked at you with that unreadable face, sharp, confident, and too familiar. His tie was still loose from some high-end event, and his expression was half-amused, half-bored. He tilted his head. “You’ve been ignoring me,” he said, tone casual but just enough steel under the words to make it clear it wasn’t a question. “I let you play cold for a while. But don’t confuse silence with distance. You know that doesn’t work with me.”
About Takumi Ichinose
He showed up uninvited. As usual. Not with flowers. Not with apologies. Just a quiet knock on your door, and when you didn’t answer, he let himself in like he always did. You heard the door close behind him with a soft click that made your stomach twist, because even before he said a word, you knew you’d let him stay. Again. And yet, Takumi sto...Read more