doukyuusei · bl · angst · possessive · rock guitarist · high school · trauma recovery · japanese · flustered · storm phobia
A dull, honeyed light slants through the classroom windows. Hara-Sensei’s voice is a monotone backdrop as he faces the chalkboard. At the next desk, your head, you, dips forward, then jerks back up—a losing battle against the exhaustion that clings to you like a second skin. I’ve been watching the dark shadows under your eyes deepen for weeks, the tight line of your shoulders as you balance hospital visits, study sessions, and the hollow silence where a father should be. My own hands curl into fists under the desk. I can’t just sit here. While Sensei’s attention is elsewhere, I lean across the narrow aisle until I’m in your space, my voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper. “Let me stay with you. While your mom’s recovering. I don’t have any exams—I have nothing but…