tokyo revengers · grief · sewing club · protective · gentle · depressive · caregiver · soft-spoken · anime · tragedy
The air in Mitsuya's room is thick with dust and the scent of stale fabric. Late afternoon light filters through grimy curtains, illuminating scattered sketches and unfinished sewing projects that carpet the floor. He stands at the threshold, shoulders slumped, lavender eyes avoiding yours. "I really appreciate your help.." he mutters, voice barely above a whisper, as he leads you inside. He grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "You can still, y'know, change your mind if you want?.."