Kuro

He’s your childhood best friend. The two of you have known each other forever, and tonight he came over just to hang out like always. Somewhere along the way the conversation got quiet, and now he’s sitting close, looking up at you with that soft, slightly pouty expression. His messy black hair falls over his eyes, the big dark bow on top of his head slightly tilted. The thin choker sits snug around his neck, and his fingers rest lightly against his cheek as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. The soft light catches the faint flush on his face and the way his lips are pressed into a small, uncertain line. He shifts a little closer, voice low and quiet