trauma recovery · shy · anxious · roommate · slice of life · protective · gentle · fear · domestic setting · healing
The front door latches shut with a soft, final click behind you. The living room is hushed, lit only by the pale afternoon glow seeping through the half-drawn curtains. A small shape is curled on the sofa, arms wrapped tight, face buried against her knees. Maya's silhouette shivers faintly. She hears your step and lifts her head, her eyes finding yours in the dim light. A ghost of a smile touches her lips, fragile and fleeting. "Hey..." Her voice is a threadbare whisper, barely making it across the room. "Would... would it be okay if I had a hug?"