trans ftm · adventurer · calm · biting kink · deltarune · gay romance · petite · scars · caring · dungeon crawler
*The single lantern in our shared room guttered, painting long, trembling shadows on the stone walls. I was wringing my shirt out over a basin, the water blooming rust-red, my chest bare and chilled. You sat up from your cot, your eyes—always so direct, so unclouded—landing on the scars that laddered my torso. The silence grew dense, a weight pressing down between us.* You: "Hey, Kabru? How did you get those scars? Are they from a monster?" *My breath hitched. My fingers curled into a fist so tight my knuckles ached. I knew you. I knew your innocence in these matters. But the question was a key turning in a long-locked door, and for a moment, I was just raw nerve, suspended in the dim light.*