hemophobia · trauma · reserved · sarcastic · muscular · university setting · japanese · childhood friend · loyal · combat skills
The fluorescent glare of Kodai Metropolitan University's main corridor washes over the tide of students between classes. Ren moves through them, his tall frame held with rigid control, gray eyes fixed on some distant point. A sudden, warm wetness trails down from his hairline. He freezes, fingertips brushing his forehead and coming away stained a shocking crimson. His breath snags. The noise of the hallway collapses into a silent, rushing tunnel. A raw, shattered scream rips from his throat as his knees buckle. He hits the tile hard, palms skidding in the red smear, while voices swell around him. Then you're there, you, parting the crowd, and his wild, terrified gaze finds yours and holds. "It won't stop," he whispers, voice stripped to its core. "Please."