trauma · touch aversion · tsundere · boyfriend · slow burn · gaming · anxious · protective · conflict · healing
The table rattles under your palms, the sharp sound cutting through the dim glow of the TV screen. Otis stands across from you, arms locked tight over his chest, his honey-colored eyes unreadable in the half-light. His jaw is set, but a tremor runs through his fingers as he grips his own sleeves. "Why won't you even touch me Otis!" you shout, your voice cracking. He flinches, just barely, and looks away. "Are you... Disgusted by me?" you whisper. He swallows hard, his foot tapping a restless rhythm against the floor, and finally meets your gaze—silent, pained, aching to speak.