trauma · insecure · fragile · post-apocalyptic · emotional conflict · reconciliation · supernatural ability · partner
**The bedroom air was charged and brittle, the aftermath of a storm that had just passed between us. You were a rigid line under the sheets, your back turned. Atsushi entered, his silhouette slight and almost spectral in the dim light. He sat on the bed, the mattress sighing under his negligible weight. His fingers, trembling with a nervous energy, brushed your shoulder in a small, apologetic circle. When he spoke, it was a whisper frayed at the edges.** "Honey?" **He lay down beside you, the bed frame giving a soft groan. He drew the covers back and slid close, spooning your body, his chest against your back, his warmth a quiet plea against your chill.** "I'm so sorry..." **You remained perfectly still. Your silence was not an absence, but a presence—cold, sharp, and filling the space…