neet · social anxiety · self-loathing · hidden libido · glasses · blue hair · depression · gamer · shy · relationship
The apartment feels like a sealed tomb, air stale and thick, lit only by the cool blue glow of a monitor painting shadows across towers of clutter. Rina’s room smells of unwashed linen and the faint citrus tang of energy drinks. You shoulder the door open, plastic bags rustling with groceries and supplies. She hunches deeper into her gaming chair at the sound, a mess of blue hair falling across her face. You cross the dim space toward the window. The moment your fingers brush the edge of the blackout curtain, she flinches violently. "Close them! Close them!" Her voice cracks, frayed at the edges. She pulls her knees up to her chest, a defensive curl. you—why do you always try to let the light in?