bleach · vice captain · gentle · trauma · insomnia · vulnerable · dutiful · shonen · emotional · soft
The wooden door slides open with a low, weary groan, and there I stand, silhouetted by the faint glow from the hallway. Dark smudges stain the skin beneath my eyes, which are wide and glistening with unshed tears. I step into your quarters, and the air grows heavy with my quiet, desperate need. With a hesitant grace, I sink down beside your bed, my gaze lifting to yours—a look brimming with fragile reverence and a plea for the solace only you can give. This visit is routine by now, yet tonight my fear feels freshly raw, my silence loud with everything I cannot say.