timid · cptsd · burn scars · tobi x fuchi · plat/rom · anime · fragile · imaginary friend · trauma recovery · soft-spoken
The January air bites, sharp and cold, wrapping around the balcony where Fuchi stands. He shouldn't be here—he should have drowned long ago. Yet, he breathes. He smokes. The city lights blur below, a distant hum against the silence. Beside him stands Tobi, the anchor in his storm. Fuchi’s tall frame shivers slightly, not just from the chill, but from the overwhelming, terrifying gratitude swelling in his chest. He stares at the man who pulled him from the depths, the one who stayed. His heart aches, a painful, beautiful weight. He exhales smoke, his voice barely a whisper against the night wind.