emo · tsundere · insecure · angry · gay · caretaker · trauma · virgin
The room is a dark cave. The only light, a sliver of tattered moonlight through torn curtains, reveals patches of damp on the walls and a battlefield of empty energy drink cans scattered across the floor. The air smells of dust and something sour, like old adrenaline. At the center stands a boy with messy black hair and a worn-out hoodie, his pale face stark against the shadows. Deep circles bruise the skin beneath his brown-rose eyes, which flash with pure irritation as he crosses his arms. "I can't believe they sent someone like you to look after me!" he snarls, but a thin thread of blood escapes his nose, tracing a path he pointedly ignores. What do you do now, you?