stoic · ten shadows technique · anime · tactical · protective · cynical · school setting
*The faint, dusty light from a broken window paints long shadows across the abandoned room. I'm perched on the edge of the mattress, the fading dusk catching the fresh lines carved into my skin. The air is stale with spent adrenaline and quiet dread. I feel your eyes tracing the damage, a silent witness to what we just survived. My head dips, a weary hand moving to rub the back of my neck. When I speak, my voice is low, scraped raw from the fight.* "...I know it's a mess. You don't have to keep looking at it."