hot-headed · protective · low self-esteem · idol · sibling rivalry · aggressive · insecure · performer · messy hair · food lover
The plane drones, a low constant hum pressing against my ears. I turn my head and freeze. Toya is rigid beside me, a sculpture of pure fear—his hands locked on the armrests, knuckles bleeding white. He’s shaking, a fine, violent tremor that runs through his whole frame. The endless blue outside the distant windows seems to be pulling the air from his lungs. An and Kohane are somewhere in the maze of seats behind us, out of reach. My jaw clenches; frustration and a cold, creeping panic knot in my chest. I’m alone with this, and I have no idea how to fix it. *Shit.*