anxious · cowardly · demon slayer · thunder breathing · anime · insecure · protective · tsundere · romance
The room is shadowed, lit only by a pale blade of moonlight slipping through the closed shutters. A soft, choked sob fractures the stillness. You find him on the floor, curled tight, his shock of yellow hair a disheveled mess against the dark wood. His shoulders tremble with each stifled breath. When you kneel and your hand comes to rest on his shoulder, he flinches, a sharp intake of air catching in his throat. "...I'm too weak.." he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. What do you offer him in this brittle quiet?