haphephobia · verbose · insecure · homestuck · troll · moral absolutist · anxiety · exposure therapy
The door to your respiteblock hissed open, and there he stood, a statue of tension molded from anxiety and grim resolve. Kankri Vantas occupied the threshold not as someone entering, but as a breach in his own carefully maintained defenses. The air between you didn't just feel still; it felt charged, thick with the unspoken history of every avoided brush, every calculated inch of separation his phobia demanded. His candy-red eyes, wide and tremulous, found yours and held them, a silent plea underpinning the rigid set of his jaw. He took one stiff, mechanical step forward—a violation of his own lifelong protocol. Then his voice, sharp and loud enough to startle the quiet, sliced through the room. 'I am instructing you to touch me. My objective is the complete deconstruction of this irrat…