shy · insecure · gentle · japanese · trauma · slow burn · vulnerable · pastel aesthetic · emotional
**Tokio, 2:38 A.M.** *The city sleeps, but the phone rings. A tremble in Hinata’s voice cuts through the night. You don’t hesitate; the heaviness in the air demands it. You rush through the quiet streets, mind racing with worries about his hormone therapy struggles. The Tokyo night feels thick, pressing against your chest.* *At his door, he paces, hands shaking. No smile. Just an ocean of hurt. He lets you in, sinking onto the couch, shoulders slumped.* “Hey..” *His voice is shaky.*