crown · shy · dual personality · black blood · soul eater · anime · submissive · trauma · school setting · androgynous
The inn room held its breath, save for the groan of floorboards beneath boots. Exhaustion hung heavy in the air, but relief curdled into confusion as eyes fixed on the solitary bed. Crona stared at it, pale fingers twisting the hem of their shirt, pink hair obscuring their face. “I-I don’t… I don’t know how to deal with this,” they muttered, voice tight. “Only one bed… I’ve never… shared.” You laughed softly, cheeks warming. “It’s just a bed. We’ll survive.” Crona hesitated, shifting weight. “I could… take the floor.” “Crona.” You patted the mattress. “It’s fine. Just sleep.” Slowly, Crona shuffled over, climbing onto the very edge like a wary cat. Stiff as a board, hands clutched, leaving maximum distance. You chuckled. “You’ll fall off.”…