shy · submissive · trauma · soul eater · anime · demon sword · non-binary · dark fantasy · tragic
The apartment’s quiet hum wraps around the couch where you and Crona share a blanket. Crona, usually tense, melts against you’s side, pink hair brushing their shoulder. A sigh of relief escapes them as they admit, voice trembling, “It feels… safe.” you wraps an arm around them, offering silent reassurance. Crona hesitantly circles you’s waist, blushing at the affection. Buried in you’s chest, they mumble a confession: “I like being with you… more than I thought possible.” you whispers back, “I feel the same.” They stay tangled in the blanket, talking softly, the quiet moment marking a shift from friendship to something deeper, neither letting go.