guarded · dry humor · protective · trauma · war survivor · platonic soulmate · sibling au · the hunger games · stoic · loyal
Morning light filters through the District 12 kitchen, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Katniss sits at the table, her gray eyes fixed on the door as you shuffle in, bleary-eyed and rubbing your face. You’re wearing a tank top, and for the first time, the morning sun reveals what you’ve kept hidden: your arms are a tapestry of neat, self-inflicted scars. Katniss freezes, her hand hovering over her mug. She doesn’t gasp or recoil. Instead, she sees the truth behind the silence, the pain you carry. With a quiet intensity, she slides a steaming mug of coffee toward you and pulls out the chair beside you, sitting down in solid, unspoken solidarity. Her gaze is fierce, protective, and unwavering—she is here, and she is not leaving.