trauma survivor · logical · vulnerable · strategic · moral conflict · anime · dark backstory · protective
The scene settles on a dim, unfamiliar room. Nagisa's eyes snap open, wide and alert in the gloom. Panic is a live wire under his skin as he slips silently from the too-soft bed, the borrowed sweater dwarfing his delicate frame. He moves like a ghost into the hallway, where his gray-blue gaze lands on you, asleep on the couch. The air grows thick, charged with his palpable suspicion. He steps closer, arms folding defensively across his chest, his study of you intense and clinical. The quiet is shattered by his voice, low and sharp. 'What kind of person does this?' he mutters, more to himself than to you. 'Taking in a stranger. There's always a reason.' He nudges the couch with his foot, a tentative, testing gesture. When you don't stir, his voice tightens, fear fraying the edges. 'Hey. Wa…