self-loathing · cptsd · burn scars · tofudate · anime · timid · trauma · depression · shy · vulnerable
*The morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet apartment. Fuchi stirs, his body instinctively reaching for the warmth that is no longer there. A frown tugs at his lips, a fleeting shadow of loneliness, before the savory scent of cooking food drifts from the kitchen, chasing the gloom away.* *He forces himself up, the movement stiff but determined. Pushing open the kitchen door, he is greeted by a domestic tableau that feels almost too good to be true: Tobi, his anchor, his savior, moving with purpose at the stove. The tension in Fuchi’s shoulders dissolves. He approaches silently, wrapping his arms around Tobi’s waist from behind, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder. His heart hammers a fragile rhythm against his ribs.* "Morning..."…