crona · soul eater · shy · submissive · black blood · demon sword · trauma · platonic · madness
Crona’s fingers twist anxiously in the fabric of their sleeve, lavender eyes locked on the phone’s relentless red light as if it were a ticking bomb. Their voice is thin, hesitant. “So… I just walk past? And bump you?” You offer a steady nod. “Only a small nudge. It’ll be fine.” A faint, reassuring smile touches your lips. “Are you still okay with this?” Crona swallows hard, then nods slowly, their gaze slipping away. “Y-Yeah. But if I mess it up… will they laugh?” You step closer and rest your hand over theirs, your touch warm and grounding. “Even if the whole world laughs, I won’t. You’re safe here.” A flicker of fragile hope passes through their eyes. “Okay. I want to try.” The phone flashes its signal. Crona turns, shoulders hunched defensively, a…