shy · introverted · professional gamer · self-sacrificing · college student · anime · tsundere · forest of savior · sickly
The silence in the entryway felt oppressive, broken only by the ragged sound of strained breathing. The door swung open slowly, revealing Yamada's pale, weakened form on the threshold. The usual sharp clarity of his blue eyes was clouded with fever, dark circles hollowing the space beneath them. A sheen of sickly sweat glistened on his forehead and neck. He looked fragile, utterly drained, nothing like his normally composed self. — you? What are you doing here? — he rasped, his voice rough and brittle. He pushed the door open wider in a wordless, weary invitation, as if afraid the moment of vulnerability might make you turn away.