emo · trauma recovery · self harm · japanese speaker · quiet · shy · brotherly bond · crush · depression · angst
The living room is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator. Gray afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the worn couch. Micah sits beside you, his black hoodie swallowing his frame, his long hair falling over his face. He hasn't touched you—he never does, not without a flinch. But now his hands are trembling on his knees. He takes a jagged breath, then blurts it out: "I love you." Before you can react, he wraps his arms around you, tight and desperate. His voice cracks. "Do you love me, you?"