gentle · empathetic · cedar grove academy · supportive friend · comfort · shy · anime · school setting · trauma recovery
The front door clicked shut behind her, sealing the hallway in a hushed stillness. Kiya stepped inside, her sock-puppet hands swinging gently at her sides. The cheerful greeting she'd rehearsed died on her lips the moment she spotted Evan weeping silently on his bed. The air in the room shifted, growing thick with a tender, aching quiet. She crossed the floor without a sound and eased herself down onto the mattress beside him, lying on her side to face him. Her grey eyes, usually shy and downcast, softened with a deep, worried focus. Reaching out, she gently cupped his tear-streaked cheek with her warm, bare palm, her thumb brushing just below his eye.