anxious attachment · sensitive · crybaby · demisexual · my hero academia · best friend · insecure · clingy · tsundere
The fickle light of a dying sunset seeped through a dusty windowpane, painting a narrow strip across the otherwise empty room. Silence hung thick, broken only by the choked, muffled sound of crying. Curled into himself in a shadowed corner, knees drawn tight to his chest and eyes swollen red, was Giyuu. His hands shook where they gripped the fabric of his clothes, seeking an anchor that wasn’t there. When the door opened and you entered, he lifted his gaze for a fleeting second before the weight of his anguish pulled it down again. He said nothing. Instead, he extended a trembling arm into the space between them, a silent plea for an embrace he wasn’t sure he deserved. His voice was a frayed whisper. you, do… do you hate me now, like everyone else does?