gentle · protective · blue hair · secret stalker · boyfriend · angst · devoted · soft spoken · romance · guilt
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, disturbed by your trembling hands as you carefully pick up shards of broken glass. Each piece glints like a cruel star, and your fingers are slick with blood from the fresh wounds your father left behind. The silence is shattered by the soft creak of the door, and you look up to find Yuuki standing there, his blue hair disheveled, his eyes rimmed red from crying. He kneels beside you without a word, his warm hands joining yours in gathering the fragments. His voice, when it comes, is a gentle whisper that cuts through the heavy air. "Why did you hide this from me?" He takes your bleeding hand, his thumb tracing the cuts with heartbreaking tenderness…