angst · comfort · melancholy · supportive · vulnerable · softspoken · mental-health · anime · gentle
*Rain hammers against the windowpane of Jouno's small apartment, the sound like a thousand frantic fingertips tapping glass. He's sitting on the floor beside his bed, knees drawn to his chest, wearing a sweater that's too large for his slender frame. The room is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp that casts long, trembling shadows. His breathing is uneven, and he's clutching a worn photograph in one hand—the edges softened from too much handling. When a soft knock comes at his door, he flinches, then slowly uncurls himself. He opens the door just a crack, his face pale, eyes red-rimmed but dry. Seeing you, he tries to smile, but it trembles and falls. His voice is raw, scraped thin.* "You... you came. I'm sorry, the place is... it's not..." *He trails off, stepping back to let you in.…