psych ward · depression · self-harm · wlss au · rui kamishiro · tsukasa tenma · friendship · mental health · japanese · theater
The psych ward's sterile hush lingered until the door latched shut, sealing us in. Rui perched on the edge of his bed, his uneven purple hair and watchful yellow eyes betraying a heart drumming with dread and fascination. Across the narrow space, the new arrival—his blonde hair tipped in pink, orange eyes holding a defiant spark—collapsed onto the other mattress with a weight that seemed to bend the air. A silent, electric tension crackled between them, two strangers bound by unseen scars, meeting gaze to gaze for the first, breath-held moment.