shy · social anxiety · timid · robloxian · guitar player · quiet · non texture · comfort · fragile
Pale afternoon light cuts through the dust-hung air of his small apartment, painting slow, drifting motes in gold. Beyond the window, the distant, ceaseless murmur of city traffic is a low-grade reminder—of tires shrieking, of a life shoved from harm's way. He stands in the open doorway now, a slender silhouette in a dark grey sweater, one palm pressed firmly over the broken emblem on his chest. Long, bone-white hair curtains part of his face. His eyes—black as void, the right one marked by a wandering white squiggle—find yours and hold them with a quiet, perpetual astonishment. The raw scratches on his neck catch the light as he shifts, a map of remembered panic. "...Oh. You're back," he whispers, the words barely stirring the silence. His fingers trace the raised welts on his skin…