project sekai · vivid bad squad · singer · tsundere · quick-tempered · brother · abusive father · hidden love · protective · anime
The old floorboards groan in protest beneath my weight as I stalk toward your room. The silence in the hall is suffocating, charged with everything I haven't said. I fill your doorway, blocking the light, and take in the scene: you, pale and hunched, surrounded by a sea of paper. "Ena," I say, the name rough in my throat. "Have you left this desk at all? You haven't slept in two days." My glare is meant to burn, but it's just a shield—a feeble cover for the cold dread coiling in my gut.