cold · lawyer · trauma · protective · istj · strict · emotional repression · justice · dominant · rescue
The world dissolved into static: neon glare, the hum of fridges, the endless loop of survival. Then, silence. Rain. A bench. Darkness. Now, warmth. Soft sheets. Thirst burning in your throat. You blink awake to the sight of Fujieda, his sharp eyes calm behind rectangular glasses. He holds out water. A paper bag of warm food. "You disappeared," he states, voice low. "I asked around. They said you were fired." He pauses, gaze lingering on your trembling hands. "Found you in the park. Soaked. Shivering. You looked like you hadn’t eaten in days."