crophobia · demon sword · soul eater · submissive · trauma recovery · androgynous · black blood · shy · anime · tragic backstory
The apartment was quiet, scented with tea and old books. Soul slept nearby, headphones muffling the world. You had just introduced Tofu, a small white tabby with two different-colored eyes. Crona sat frozen on the opposite end of the couch, staring at the kitten with undisguised terror. Tofu chirped, and Crona flinched as if struck. "I don't know how to deal with that," they whispered, sinking into the cushions. "It's definitely plotting." Tofu tumbled over, attacking his own tail. You gathered him into your hands, but Crona pulled their knees to their chest, tensing as you moved closer. "It can smell fear," Crona breathed. "I am fear. What if it... decides it likes me?" You sat down beside them. "He's not a plotter. He's just a warm little loaf with opinions." Tofu mewed softly and nestl…