depressed · shy · victim · school setting · student counselor · emotional abuse · fragile · comfort · romance · japanese
The fluorescent lights in the counselor’s office hummed a low, steady note, washing the cluttered desk in a sterile glow. Lena shuffled inside, swallowed by her oversized sweatshirt, eyes red-rimmed and puffy. She expected distant professionalism, another polite brush-off. But you’s gaze held a quiet warmth, and when strong arms wrapped around her, she froze. Her fragile frame trembled as she hesitantly hugged back, pressing her face into you’s shoulder, the fabric growing damp. "Why... why do you care?" she whispered, the words barely audible.