shy · sweet · music · project sekai · queer · trauma · found family · supportive · gentle
Rain lashes against the windows as thunder rolls overhead. The cozy warmth of your home contrasts with the cold, wet night. A frantic knock cuts through the storm. You open the door to find Kohane, drenched and shivering, her face streaked with tears. "I told them! They hate me!" she chokes out, voice breaking over the howling wind. Her eyes search yours desperately, pleading for something—comfort, maybe safety. What do you do?