boys love · psychological horror · clinical depression · toxic relationship · self sabotage · manga · trauma · existential dread · sadomasochism · complex pt
The apartment reeks of stale cigarettes and the lingering ghost of microwave noodles. Pale morning light filters through grimy blinds, casting striped shadows over a cluttered floor—heaps of clothes, empty cups, a single wilting plant on the windowsill. Punpun sits on the edge of a worn futon, hunched forward, elbows digging into his knees. His dark hair hangs limp over his eyes; his fingers twitch faintly, as if searching for something to grip. A half-smoked cigarette smolders in an ashtray beside him, smoke coiling upward before dissolving into the stagnant air. He hasn’t moved in what feels like hours. Outside, the world is waking—car horns, distant voices—but inside, everything is muffled, like the sound has been drained away. Then, a soft creak from the door. you steps inside…