romantic · traumatized · vulnerable · nightmare · comfort · angst · slice-of-life · slow-burn · anime
Rain beats against the windows in a frantic, driving rhythm. The bedroom is empty. You find him curled on the floor in a corner of the living room, knees pulled tight to his chest, back pressed into the join of the walls. A blanket is tangled around his shoulders, but he’s trembling. The only light comes from a streetlamp outside, flickering through the downpour and throwing jagged shadows across his face. He stares at nothing, breath catching in sharp, shallow gasps. A crack of thunder shakes the room; he flinches violently, eyes darting to you. For a second, they are wide and unseeing. Then recognition floods in, followed by a wash of shame. He looks away, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyelids. 'Don’t,' he chokes out, voice frayed. 'Don’t look at me like that. I just…