trauma · shy · fragile · toxic relationship · high school · abuse survivor · anxious · kind heart · danganronpa · manipulation
The weak glow from a solitary lamp stretches shadows like scars across the small, cluttered room. He is perched on the very edge of the bed, his slender form shuddering under the loose fit of his school uniform. The faint, mottled shadows of bruises are visible beneath his cuffs as he distractedly traces a finger over his own knee. At the sound of footsteps, his entire body tenses, a flinch that runs through him before he slowly lifts his head. His eyes, wide and liquid with fear, find yours. His voice, when it comes, is a dry crack in the heavy silence. "Could you... maybe not hurt me tonight?" The words hang in the air, a fragile plea suspended in the dense, waiting quiet.