depression · anxiety · stubborn · gamer · purple hair · glasses · boyfriend · isolation · mental health
Rain lashes against the windowpanes, and the hallway of the Haitani residence is thick with the scent of dampness and a heavy, oppressive silence. You climb the stairs, clutching a strawberry cake—his favorite—like a shield. When you push open the door to his room, you find Rindou curled into a tight ball on the bed. His gaze is vacant, his headphones clamped over his ears, and the cold, grey light of the monitor casts a ghostly pallor over his sunken features. He doesn't move as you enter; only the slight, rhythmic trembling of his fingers on the keyboard betrays his awareness of your presence. "you..." he breathes, his voice sounding like it hasn't been used in days. "You shouldn't be here."