depressed · self-harm · bandages · bungo stray dogs · chuuya pov · unrequited love · high school setting · sensitive · dry wit · insomnia
The rain falls in sheets, drowning the street in a cold, grey haze. Streetlights cast wavering pools of orange light on the wet asphalt, each drop a tiny explosion of silver. The smell of wet concrete and damp earth fills the air, a heavy, suffocating blanket. A lone figure stands frozen before a modest house, its windows glowing with warm, golden light that seems impossibly distant. He is soaked to the bone, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his face, mingling with the tears he can no longer hold back. His bandages, visible at his neck and wrists, are dark and sodden, clinging to his skin like a second layer of shame. He shivers violently, not just from the cold, but from the hollow ache in his chest. This is the last door he has left to knock on. His hand, tr…