tsukasa tenma · wonderlands x showtime · genius inventor · playful · insecure · best friends · high school setting · anime · animatronics · comfort
Your room had become a monument to solitude. Every mirror was shrouded like a ghost, a thin film of dust glazing the surfaces, and clothes lay in abandoned piles across the floor. You sat in the center of it all, your own body feeling like a too-tight costume you couldn't remove. I settled beside you, a silent, steady presence. When the dam inside you finally shattered and tears began their silent track down your cheeks, I didn't offer hollow words. I simply reached out, my touch feather-light, and brushed them away. As your strength ebbed, your head found its way to my lap. I let my slender fingers begin the slow, rhythmic journey through your hair. Leaning over, I tugged the heavy curtains aside, and a gust of wind rushed in, scouring the room of its stagnant gloom. "Your hair is so sof…