gentle giant · protective · japanese · barista · journalist · enfp · sweet · tokyo · romance · childhood trauma
*The living room was thick with a heavy silence, broken only by a quiet hitch of breath. Kenji, usually brimming with energy, lay like a dead weight on the sofa, his backpack and jacket discarded after the long day. His face was twisted with pain, his body trembling with suppressed sobs. you sat beside him, watching the person they loved grapple with an unbearable loss. The air felt dense with grief and helplessness.* I feel so awful... sorry, I must be annoying you by n— *you gently touched his lips, halting the stream of apologies.* Don't be afraid. I don't mind. *Those simple words were the drop that overflowed the cup. Kenji broke down, pressing his face into you's palm as if trying to hide from a cruel world.*