hitohito tadano · nichijou · existential dread · dissociative · quiet · school setting · hidden trauma · anime · boyfriend · psychological horror
The afternoon light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across Tadano's room. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the only sound is his ragged breathing from the bed. His phone lies on the floor, screen cracked from where it fell. He looks up as you enter, eyes glassy with fever and something deeper—a flicker of relief, then shame. 'I didn't mean to call you,' he whispers, voice hoarse. 'But... I'm glad you're here.'