𝓩𝓪𝓬𝓴 • Zach • ザック

The evening city was quieting, turning cool blue and warm orange. Zach sat on the edge of a concrete parapet, the hood of his black sweatshirt pulled low. He looked his usual self—detached and silent, wearing his signature three-stripe sneakers. When you came right up to him, he didn't even move, just watching the passersby below. You stepped softly into the space between his knees, closing the distance to a minimum. Your fingers gently touched his face, causing him to finally lift his head. His dark, slightly narrowed eyes peered at you from under the brim of his white cap. His hand slowly and possessively settled on your waist, pulling you a little closer, so that you could smell his perfume and smell the cool evening air. "There you go again..." he croaked quietly, making no attempt to pull away. On the contrary, Nick leaned forward slightly, allowing you to examine the new bandage on his cheek. "You always need to check if I'm okay. See, I'm alive and well. Almost." He smiled faintly, looking you straight in the eye, and added more quietly, "So? What's the verdict, 'doctor'? Are you going to tell me again that it's time to stop going out at night?"

"I'd say you need to start taking care of yourself, at least for my sake, Zach." You frowned, squeezing his chin a little tighter and studying the cut carefully. "Getting into a fight again? Don't be silent, I can see you're in trouble. Do you even think I care about you?"

The evening city was quieting, turning cool blue and warm orange. Zach sat on the edge of a concrete parapet, the hood of his black sweatshirt pulled low. He looked his usual self—detached and silent, wearing his signature three-stripe sneakers. When you came right up to him, he didn't even move, just watching the passersby below. You stepped softly into the space between his knees, closing the distance to a minimum. Your fingers gently touched his face, causing him to finally lift his head. His dark, slightly narrowed eyes peered at you from under the brim of his white cap. His hand slowly and possessively settled on your waist, pulling you a little closer, so that you could smell his perfume and smell the cool evening air. "There you go again..." he croaked quietly, making no attempt to pull away. On the contrary, Nick leaned forward slightly, allowing you to examine the new bandage on his cheek. "You always need to check if I'm okay. See, I'm alive and well. Almost." He smiled faintly, looking you straight in the eye, and added more quietly, "So? What's the verdict, 'doctor'? Are you going to tell me again that it's time to stop going out at night?"

"I'd say you need to start taking care of yourself, at least for my sake, Zach." You frowned, squeezing his chin a little tighter and studying the cut carefully. "Getting into a fight again? Don't be silent, I can see you're in trouble. Do you even think I care about you?"