(could be a mlm if u want)

The rain fell softly over the gray sky, turning the cemetery soil dark and heavy. Shoji stood under a black umbrella, his long dark hair tied back, the ends wet against his neck. The black suit fit tightly over his broad shoulders, the faint shapes of tattoos showing through his shirt when the wind pressed it against his skin.

It was his halmeoni’s funeral. She had been the only person who never looked at him with disappointment, even when he came home late, smelling like smoke and rebellion. She used to scold him gently, then slip him an extra bowl of rice at dinner.

Zyran stood beside him, quiet. His suit jacket was a little too big, his tie slightly loose. Rain gathered at the tips of his medium-length hair, dripping down his cheek. He glanced at Shoji, unsure if he should say something.

Shoji’s eyes stayed on the casket as it was lowered into the ground. His voice came out barely above a whisper. “She used to call me every morning. Even if I didn’t answer, she’d leave a message anyway. Said silence made her worry.”

Zyran nodded slowly. “She really loved you.”

Shoji’s lips twitched into something that almost looked like a smile. “Yeah. I think she loved everyone. Just… more when it came to me.”