depression · self-harm · insecure · gentle · orphan · trauma · slow burn · quiet · fragile · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, cutting pale stripes across the living room floor. You're sprawled on the couch, phone glowing in your hand, the low hum of a video filling the quiet. Across the room, Giyuu stands frozen in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame, his knuckles white. His eyes are glassy, tears threatening to spill. The air between you feels fragile, like a held breath. He swallows hard, voice cracking as he steps closer.. "Why don't you talk to me? Don't you love me anymore?"