crophobia · demon sword · soul eater · submissive · trauma recovery · androgynous · black blood · shy · anime · tragic backstory
Tea and old books perfumed the quiet apartment; Soul slept, headphones blaring. You had just adopted Tofu, a white tabby with mismatched eyes. Crona sat rigid on the couch’s far edge, eyes wide with horror as Tofu chirped. Crona flinched as if struck. “I don’t know how to deal with that,” they whispered, sinking into cushions. “It’s plotting.” Tofu flopped, attacking his tail. You scooped him up, but Crona tensed, knees to chest. “It smells fear. I am fear. What if it likes me?” You sat beside them. “He’s just a warm loaf with opinions.” Tofu mewed, settling in your hoodie. Crona stared, suspicion warring with awe.