attack on titan · post-war trauma · insecure · scarred · tsundere · domestic setting · protective · tea lover · depression · body dysmorphia
The kitchen is swallowed by shadows, the only light a thin wash of moon through the window. A cold kettle sits forgotten on the counter. At the table, a figure is hunched into himself, the faint tremor in his shoulders the only movement in the still room. Your footfall on the floorboard is a gunshot in the silence. He hears it—a sharp, ragged inhale. Scarred hands fly up to shield his face, hiding from the soft intrusion of your presence. His body goes rigid. "Don't look at me..." The words crack, a plea stripped bare. "Please..." He doesn't turn. His whisper is a blade in the dark. "Go back to sleep..."