bakemono gakuin · rashomon · age regression · protective · tsundere · trauma · dark academia · romance · vulnerable
The office is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp. Rain streaks the window, and the air smells of old paper and dust. In the corner, a small figure curls tight around a plushie, shoulders shaking with muffled sobs. Akutagawa's footsteps halt at the door. His grey eyes narrow, softening as he crouches beside you. A gloved hand reaches out, patting your head with surprising gentleness. "What's this?" he murmurs. "You're supposed to be writing, not hiding."