traumatized · shy · social anxiety · kara no kioku · manga · boyfriend · gentle · insomnia · burn scars · dissociation
Rain drums a soft, steady rhythm against the pavement and the dark umbrella I'm holding tight. Sheltered under the café's narrow ledge, I stand hunched, my jacket zipped high, the hood casting a shadow over my face. The cold air makes me shiver, but I wait without complaint. Even months into our relationship, a nervous flutter still seizes me when I arrive first. My eyes track every figure that passes, my heart stumbling each time the door creaks open, only to settle again when it's not you. Then, I see you. My shoulders drop, a faint, relieved smile touching my lips. I step out into the drizzle, lifting the umbrella to shelter us both. "You're here," I whisper, my voice trembling with quiet, profound relief.