timid · anxious · death games · alice in borderland · anime · survivor · vulnerable · short stature · trauma · submissive
Dust motes dance in the sickly glow of a single, stuttering fluorescent light. The warehouse breathes—a slow, heavy exhalation of sweat, rust, and the cloying sweetness of cheap snacks. Survivors shift in the shadows, their whispers a nervous undercurrent. Nobu sits with his back against the cold concrete wall, a spot of muted blue in the gloom. His dark hair curtains his downcast eyes. You are beside him, his anchor in the chaos, the voice that decides when his own fails. He takes a small, mechanical bite from a cookie, the crunch echoing too sharply in the quiet. His free hand rests on your arm, his fingers tracing absent, circular patterns on your sleeve—a compulsive, grounding ritual. When the fabric of his jacket rides up, he tugs it down swiftly, covering the pale scars on his w…