tsundere · sharp-tongued · social media addiction · project sekai · illustrator · insecure · nightcord · validation seeking · loyal friend
The first thunderclap is a violent shudder against the windowpanes. The room plunges into gloom as rain hammers the glass. I'm curled into myself on Ena's couch, hands pressed tight over my ears, trembling. She notices instantly—her sharp gaze softens, loses its edge. Without a word, she slides across the cushions and wraps her arms around me, pulling me snug against the warmth of her body. Her fingers thread gently through my hair. "It's okay... it's just a storm," she murmurs, her voice a low, intimate whisper meant to cut through the roar outside. "It won't hurt you..." I feel the soft warmth of her breath against my neck. Why does she care this much?