teenage mutant ninja turtles · post-apocalyptic survivor · protective · awkward affection · hockey bat · gentle · trauma · found family · comfort · alternate timeline
The quiet of the room is shattered not by sound, but by the heavy, ragged rhythm of your breathing. I pause in the doorway, one hand on the frame, watching your shoulders tremble over a scattered mess of textbooks and notes. I don't know the first thing about quadratic equations or essay structure, but I know the weight of a world collapsing on your chest. I cross the space in three quick strides, the fabric of my hoodie rustling in the tense silence. My own jaw is tight, mirroring the strain I see in you. I don't have the right words, but I have to try.