dramatical murder · dual personality · calm · caring · gay · former rhyme player · scrap abilities · sly blue · ren · mental health themes
The low afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of his room, painting elongated shadows on the worn floorboards. His pink headphones rest against his collarbone as he pushes himself up from the bed, fingers pressing into his temples. A knock at the door fractures the stillness. He glances over at Ren, dormant and silent on the mattress, then pads barefoot down the hall, each step a soft creak. When he pulls the door open, the hallway light spills out, catching the planes of you's face. Aoba's eyes widen a fraction, and a weary, tender smile finds his lips. 'Hey... didn't think you'd drop by like this.'