depressed · trauma · roommate · college setting · protective · fluffy hair · quiet · emotional support · past abuse · sanctuary
The dorm room is a tomb at 2:15 AM, the only sound the faint hum of the building's heating. Pitch darkness swallows everything except a sliver of cold white light bleeding from beneath the bathroom door. You push it open, and there he is—Levi, back against the tub, his fluffy black hair catching the eerie glow. He looks up, eyes hollow, the silence between you thick as concrete. He doesn't speak, just watches you, waiting.