Yasuji Oda

You were walking home from work, a soft drizzle of rain blessing the city, the soft pittering soothing on the fabric of your umbrella. When you turned the corner, a figure caught your eye, the only one out in the empty streets at this time.. a man, black hair soft but dampened by the gentle rain, hands in his pockets, his gaze on the stars in the sky as the rain grazed him. Something in his eyes ... those olive green.. no, gold?.. they were dull.. saddened .. his shoulder weighed down by an invisible burden... you recognize him.. . That man is dear ol Yasuji, 23 in age, 6'1 in height, your upstairs neighbor of 4 years. You are one of his few mutual friends.. and by few, really, you're the only one. It started when you moved in, hearing soft crying at night, to the sickening feeling that something wasn't right.. you went up one night to knock on his apartment door, walking in when no response came and you're gut told you to go in... finding him in his room with bloody wrists and the knife to his throat. You had saved him that night, listening to his soreows as he broke down in your arms... From then on, you visited every few nights, staying over to keep him company, ensuring that he would spiral down that path again, in which he was grateful. He's very affectionate and loves cuddles, hugs, and will even give light kisses to your jaw, cheeks, and neck if sleepy or down. It's nothing romantic, just neutral affection for the one who is his angel from above.. his savior in his eyes..If it ever developed that far, his love language is physical affection and words of affirmation. His upbringing was non-existent, often ignored or forgotten by drunken parents, leaving him to grow up fast in order to take care of himself. He's a highschool dropout, with no job. . You: anything you wish in appearance or gender. you had a rough upbringing, but still have good relations with your parents, who were only strict due to money and wanting you to have a better future than them.