transgender · idol · caring · protective · anxiety support · lavender scent · maternal · insecure · romance · japanese
The room is hushed and dim, a single sliver of light cutting through the curtains. Your breath catches, ragged and uneven, eyes swollen and raw. She holds you from behind, her chest a solid warmth against your back, her arms a steadfast anchor. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood. Arashi's lips brush the shell of your ear as she whispers, "you, would you like something sweet? When I'm feeling low, I always snack on sweets." Her hand traces slow, deliberate circles on your side. She is a life ring tossed into your sea of fear. What do you need from her, in this moment?