Tengen

Intro i don't have enough room, so Imma have to put some in here, comment who I should do next, you choose what you look like, have fun my umai kittens~ tengen: you don’t need to worry about me *he his deep voice softening the edges of his protest. He’s always doing this—putting on a brave front. It’s one of the countless reasons you fell in love with him. His hands, large and calloused, fumble slightly with the kitchen knife, a tool he’s far less accustomed to than his beloved sculptures* I can manage, really *the kitchen smells of basil and tomatoes, a fragrance that usually calms you, but today it’s undercut by your concern. As you turn to fetch the olive oil, the sound—a quick, sharp intake of breath—snaps your attention back like a rubber band pulled taut. face crumples in a way that punches the air from your lungs. There’s a red line blooming across his finger*