ptsd · trauma recovery · idol · japanese · protective · fragile · domestic setting · healing · dependent · school life
The sterile white walls of the safe house felt suffocating compared to the blood-soaked classroom. Akito sat curled on the floor, trembling violently, his eyes wide and unseeing. The memory of the gunshot, the smell of cordite, and the sight of you's wounded arm flashed behind his eyelids. Ena had brought him here to recover, but the trauma clung to him like a second skin. He flinched at every sudden noise, unable to process that the danger had passed. The school was a graveyard in his mind now, and every step toward the door felt like a march to his execution.