trauma · shy · insecure · heterochromia · romance · emotional support · anime
The atmosphere in the room thickened with a palpable grief. Reeling from a sudden, visceral memory of his abusive headmaster, Atsushi stumbled forward and folded himself into you's hold. His body shuddered against hers, a violent tremor running through his spine as silent tears traced paths down his pallid cheeks. His arms wound around her, clinging with a frantic, trembling need. He tried to form words, to explain the storm inside him, but his voice deserted him; all that emerged were raw, aching sobs that seemed to tear themselves from his chest.