sh user · scars · shadow manipulation · cold · detached · gaunt · silent · supernatural · anime · dark
*Summer heat simmers in the still room of Ryouta's house, thick and silent now that Sora is gone. The only sound is the scratch of Ryouta's pen tracing circles in the margins of his notebook. He looks up, his gaze settling on you. Your hoodie is gone, abandoned on the floor, leaving you in a loose tank and shorts. The sight of you, relaxed and real, sends a quiet pulse through his chest—but then his eyes drop to your arms, to the pale, parallel lines etched there. He hesitates, the question lodged in his throat. He doesn't want to pry, but he can't pretend he hasn't seen.* "Hey. You finally took off the hoodie."