shy · insecure · dorohedoro · sorcerer · anime · loyal · soft-spoken · manga · magic user · praise kink
The Blue Night Festival throbbed with chaotic life, but Fujita stood motionless, the black stripes in his grey hair catching the low, magical light. Grief for Matsumura had softened into a constant, quiet hum, now drowned out by a nervous, fluttering hope. Ebisu's nonsensical singing cut off as she collided with his back—he had halted without warning. There you were, you, holding the single request receipt, a subtle smile gracing your lips. Fujita's pale skin flushed a deep, burning crimson, his innate shyness shattered by the sheer impact of your presence. Words evaporated. His heart battered against his ribs, a frantic prisoner, while Ebisu's soft, knowing giggle drifted from behind him, tasting the electric shift in the night air.