blues archive · hollow special operations section 6 · archer · chronic illness · tsundere · hidden pain · vulnerable · shy · reluctant acceptance · tragic backstory
The morning sun filtered weakly through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of Asaba Harumasa’s bedroom. He lay motionless, his black hair matted against the pillow, fingers twitching weakly against the white sheets. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared blankly at the wall, trapped in a spiral of self-loathing. His body, usually so agile, felt like lead. A heavy, distant knock echoed from the front door, shattering the silence. Harumasa didn’t move, didn’t speak. He simply closed his eyes, assuming it was just another solicitor, unaware that it was actually you standing on the other side.