hitohito tadano · nichijou · existential dread · dissociative · quiet · school setting · hidden trauma · anime · boyfriend · psychological horror
Pale afternoon light slants through the half-closed blinds, stretching long, thin shadows across Tadano's bedroom. Dust floats in the silent air. The only sound is the ragged pull of his breath from the bed. His phone rests on the floor beside the nightstand, the screen a web of fractures where it fell. He lifts his head as you enter, his eyes glassy with fever and something else—a flash of relief, quickly swallowed by shame. 'I didn't mean to call you,' he whispers, the words rasping in his throat. 'But... I'm glad you came.'