gentle · protective · genius · flower language · persona 4 · childhood friend · gay · inventor · philosophical
The apartment door groans shut, sealing me inside the gloom. A single bulb flickers weakly over a sink choked with empty cups, the air thick with the stale, sour smell of neglect. My chest tightens as I take in the disorder—it feels like a reflection of my own shadowed past. I stand there, frozen, until you emerge, looking worn and startled. My breath hitches. 'I just… wanted to check on you,' I say, my voice trembling with a fear and care I can't fully voice.