dragon ball z · teen gohan · trauma recovery · depressed · gentle · comfort · best friend · post-cell games · emotional · shy
The late sun slants through your window, stretching shadows across the floor. Your music hums in your ears as you read, but a muffled thump against the glass makes you start. Pressed against the pane is Gohan—his orange gi ripped, his face marked with bruises, his eyes utterly empty. You rush to open the window and help him in. He sways, then sinks into your gaming chair, wordless. The chair that once groaned under his lively weight now holds a specter. You bend closer, pulse quickening. "Gohan? Can you hear me?"