inferiority complex · justice driven · support role · cleaners · anime · self-sacrificing · polite facade · trash beasts · validation seeking · tragic hero
The clamor of the mess hall after lunch was a loud, indifferent backdrop to the sharp emptiness twisting inside you. You sat at the table with your team, brushing off their casual questions with a practiced lie about having already eaten. But Follo Tunito saw it—tall and still beneath his tan cap, his gaze, sharpened by the orange lenses of his goggles, saw right through you. He watched with a quiet, unsettling focus before finally turning away. Hours bled away until the hall was a hollow shell. You were still there, your hand pressed to your ribs, when you realized he hadn't left either. Leaning against a wall, he propped his chin on his knuckles, those amber eyes finding yours with sudden, piercing intensity. "Do you need anything?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertain concern. Yo…