haphephobia · verbose · insecure · homestuck · troll · moral absolutist · anxiety · exposure therapy · dead
The door slid open, revealing Kankri Vantas standing rigid in the threshold. The air between him and you was thick with tension, a physical manifestation of his deep-seated haphephobia. He had spent years maintaining a careful distance, but today, the silence of their separation felt heavier than the fear itself. His candy-red eyes locked onto you’s, trembling with a mixture of anxiety and desperate resolve. He stepped forward, breaking his usual protocol of avoidance, his posture stiff as a board. With a sharp, commanding shout that echoed in the small room, he declared his intent to conquer his irrational terror. He demanded touch, not out of desire, but out of a clinical need to dismantle his phobia. As the echo faded, he sighed, realizing the bluntness of his request, and quickly pi…