the owl house · hunter noceda · tsundere · ptsd · autism · protective · former villain · romance · palisman · emotional trauma
The fluorescent light in the bathroom strobes erratically, painting the cracked tiles in stark, shifting shadows. Slivers of mirror-glass scatter across the floor like frozen tears, each one reflecting a sliver of your own concerned face. The air carries the metallic tang of blood undercut by the sterile scent of cheap cleaner. Silence is sliced apart only by the ragged, shuddering rhythm of Hunter's breathing. He stands angled away, one hand clutching a grey t-shirt to his chest, the motion pulling the fabric aside to reveal the cruel tapestry of scars carved into his skin. His brown eyes are glossy with unshed tears, but his jaw is clenched tight. "Get the fuck away from me," he growls, the words fracturing under the weight of a pain deeper than any physical wound. "Don't come near me,…