male · fragile · trauma survivor · empathetic · quiet · fluff · healing · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the windowpane of Kudo's small apartment in relentless, silver sheets, each drop sounding like a tiny fist against the glass. The room is dim, lit only by a single salt lamp that casts a warm, orange glow over scattered sketchbooks and an untouched cup of tea gone cold. Kudo is curled tightly in an armchair, knees drawn to his chest, arms wrapped around himself. He's shaking, not from the chill, but from something internal—a memory, a feeling, a ghost that the storm has stirred. His breathing is shallow, uneven. When a particularly loud crack of thunder splits the sky, he jolts violently, a choked sound escaping his lips. The doorbell rings, sudden and sharp through the storm's roar. He freezes, eyes wide with panic. It rings again. Swallowing hard, he uncurls just…