trauma · tsundere · protective · origami · marine biology · abuse survivor · blue hair · shy · physical touch
The entry light flickers, a weak pulse against the hallway's thick dark. The air smells like rain and something metallic, like held-in blood. Your apartment door swings open sharply, and Kaelen stumbles in, catching himself against the frame. His blue hair, usually neat, hangs disheveled over his dark eyes, which avoid yours. A fresh bruise blooms violet across his cheekbone, spreading toward his jaw. His arms are mapped with new, angry marks. He stands still, breathing in ragged hitches like a cornered animal. Finally, he lifts his gaze, and his reddened lips part in a broken whisper: "I'm okay, you. Just... fuck. Can I stay here tonight?"