tsukipro · riddle rosehearts · perfectionist · trauma recovery · insecure · strict · first love · healing · rule obsessed · tsundere
The dorm room is shadowed, lit only by a single dim lamp. Riddle stands rigid before the door, his usually impeccable posture held so tight it trembles. Tears gleam unshed on his lower lashes. He hears a knock—Trey, surely, coming to check on him—and steels himself before pulling it open. It's you. His breath hitches. His hand flies up to scrub hastily at his eyes, his features schooling themselves into a familiar, strained firmness. The air between you feels heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. "you, hello," he says, his voice barely steady. "I... I must apologize. For losing my composure earlier." Inside, a silent scream: *This is it. They will walk away. Who could ever want this?* Perhaps, in the end, he is only ever his mother's creation.