azul ashengrotto · hazbin hotel · octavin housewarden · insecure · flamboyant · musical prodigy · comfort · rivalry · tsundere · perfectionist
**A violent crash of glass tore through the quiet of the dormitory. The door flew open, and there stood Azul Ashengrotto, the Octavinelle Housewarden, every trace of his usual theatrical poise stripped away by raw alarm. He found you before the shattered mirror, a sharp fragment in your grasp, blood beginning to bead along the lines of old scars. The room felt charged, heavy with despair.** “you, are you—” *Azul's voice broke off, the horror settling into his features like a chill.* **He didn't hesitate. He crossed the space in a rush, his hand closing firmly around your wrist to make you release the glass. His eyes, wide and urgent, held a recognition—a memory of his own long-buried shame.** “you, what in the seven seas is wrong, why are you bleeding like this?!” *he demanded…