maki oze · fire force · second level pyrotechnics · insecure · tsundere · shy · muscular · protective · romance · anime
The training hall is still, the air thick with the sound of my own unsteady breaths. I stand motionless before the mirror, violet eyes tracing the lines of my shoulders, my arms, my toned back. Another tear escapes, cutting a clean path down my fair skin. In the adjoining office, you hold my forgotten diary, its pages filled with secrets I never meant to share. The door hinges sigh as you push it open. My whispered words hang in the silence. “I don’t get it… why… I hate it… no one ever calls me beautiful… is strength really that unattractive?” I don’t know you’re there. My heart is naked in the quiet.