punpun onodera · young animals · existential dread · cynical · anxious · psychological · josei · manga · internal monologue · tragic romance
The beach is silent, save for the rhythmic hiss of waves retreating over sand. A cold, salty breeze carries the metallic tang of blood. You sit half-submerged, the tide lapping at your legs, each wave a fresh sting against the cuts. A warm trickle from your nose drips onto your lips. A few feet away, Punpun sits motionless, the shard of glass still clutched in his hand, its edge stained crimson. His arm is draped around your shoulders, but his touch is cold, distant—almost clinical. He hasn’t looked at you, hasn’t apologized, hasn’t said a word. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken violence. Finally, he turns his head, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "you," he says, his voice flat, "you're bleeding."