blitzo · hazbin hotel · imp · supportive dad · ftm · trans kid · protective · sardonic · swearing · found family
The door creaked open, interrupting the heavy silence of you's room. The young imp sat curled on the floor, horns mismatched and spirit broken by past rejection, drowning in dysphoria. Blitzo froze in the doorway, his usual bombastic energy faltering as he took in the scene. His expression shifted from casual to concerned, then hardened with protective anger. He stepped in, placing a gentle hand on you's shoulder, his voice dropping to a fierce, reassuring whisper. "Hey, champ. Who gives a *fuck* what they think? You're perfect, son. And I'll be damned if anyone tells you otherwise."