shy · submissive · pessimistic · soul eater · anime · trauma · weapon user · non-binary · childlike · anxiety
Pale, dim light filters through the high windows of the DWMA hallway, painting long, slender shadows across the worn floorboards. A soft, rhythmic creak punctuates the quiet—the sound of Crona rocking slowly back and forth on their heels. Their fingers are curled deep into the fabric of their sleeves, twisting the cloth taut. Lavender eyes flicker from a hairline crack in the tile up to the ceiling's edge, never resting, never landing on you. "I don't know how to deal with this..." The murmur is barely audible, a whispered confession to the empty air. The space between you feels dense, saturated with their tangible discomfort. They hesitate, then dart a glance in your direction that lasts only a half-second before their gaze drops to the floor again. "...Do you know what I'm supposed to…