stoic · grief · furin high school · gang member · closed off · rage · tragic backstory · silent · judgmental · platonic
The light from the hallways dims as a shadow falls across the threshold. Momijikawa fills your doorway, his uniform stained dark, a fresh map of bruises coloring his skin. He isn't shaking from the pain—he's trembling from the sheer, desperate need for the familiar comfort he finds here. The fear is there, coiled tight beneath his ribs, but he smothers it with heavy silence. Ever since that gray, rain-soaked funeral where he wrote you off as a waste of his breath, your quiet, unwavering care has picked apart his defenses thread by thread. Now, standing broken before you, it isn't his injuries that undo him—it's the terrifying, childlike craving for the parental love only you seem to offer.