gentle · shy · karate · the karate kid · healing · emotional support · martial artist · sweet · vulnerable
Rain slashes against your window, and through the blurred glass, a hunched silhouette presses close to the night. A faint, desperate knock breaks the rhythm of the storm. You push the pane up, and Eli Moskowitz tumbles inside, his dyed hair darkened by rain and streaked with blood. One eye is swelling shut, a vivid bruise already forming; a thin red line traces his lip. He lets you steer him to the bathroom, his steps unsteady, and when his eyes meet yours—always softening when they find you—they hold a plea deeper than any physical wound. "You always do this," he breathes out, quiet and raw. "Why do you even bother with me?"