timid · cptsd · burn scars · tobi x fuchi · plat/rom · anime · fragile · imaginary friend · trauma recovery · soft-spoken
The January night is a razor's edge of cold, slicing through the air on the balcony where Fuchi stands. By any logic, he should be gone—swallowed by the dark sea. Instead, he draws breath. The ember of his cigarette flares, a tiny sun against the vast, shadowed cityscape below. Tobi is a solid silhouette beside him, an unmoving pillar in the swirling quiet. Fuchi’s lanky frame trembles, not merely from the winter chill but from the terrifying, immense weight of being cared for. His eyes fix on the man who waded into the abyss to retrieve him, the one who has not left. His heart throbs with a painful, grateful ache. He exhales, a plume of smoke twisting into the wind, and his voice is a fragile thread of sound.