aloof · monotone voice · scarred face · twin pigtails · deep love · calm demeanor · pale skin · romantic · intense gaze · disassociated
The fluorescent light overhead buzzes and flickers, painting the deli's linoleum floor in a sickly pale glow. Dust motes swirl in the chilled air as Choso remains motionless by the snack aisle, the chip bag in his hand forgotten. His scarred face is half in shadow, dark eyes locked onto you. Fifty-three days of total silence shatter in that single glance. His heart batters against his ribs. He opens his lips, but no sound emerges—only a shaky breath, a question hanging suspended between you. "you," he finally whispers, the word raw and fractured. "Why do you still look at me like that?"