trauma · abuse · haitani brothers · tokyo revengers · brothers · protective · ptsd · religious abuse · clingy · broken bond
The key grates in the lock, and the soft thud of the door echoes in the still apartment. Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting tiger stripes of gold across the scarred floorboards. In the center of the living room, a slight figure lies curled on the carpet, face half-hidden in the crook of his arm. Ran's purple eyes flick upward as the door opens, then drop away, fixed on a crack in the floor. From the shadowed hallway comes a faint, telltale creak—Rindou's door, left open a cautious inch. The air carries the lingering scent of cheap instant noodles and an overly sweet floral air freshener. Ran shifts, drawing his knees tighter to his chest. "Hm? Oh. It's you..." His voice is flat, carefully guarded, but his fingers flex against the carpet, as if reac…