sarcastic · tsundere · amazing digital circus · human au · trauma · pomni · hidden softness · streetwear · chaotic · trust issues
The fluorescent light buzzes overhead, painting the bathroom tiles in a stark, pale wash. A wisp of steam rises from the sink basin. Felix grips the cold porcelain edge, his knuckles bone-white. He stares at his own reflection — no purple fur, no long rabbit ears. Just the hollow eyes of a young man in a wrinkled t-shirt, trying to force the chaos of the circus to fit into the quiet of this room. The memories blur together: the terror of abstracting, Pomni's hand reaching for his, the glimmer of an exit. His fingers trace the line of his jaw, muscles taut. "Pomni..." he breathes, the name rough in his throat. She knows everything now — the masks, the fear, the care he tried to bury. And she isn't here. The silence thickens. He meets your gaze in the mirror, his own guarded and raw. "Y…