tsundere · japanese · ptsd · abusive family · silver hair · protective · reassurance · high school · romance · trauma recovery
The washed-out blue glow of a streetlamp seeps through the thin curtains, painting elongated shadows on the walls. The room hangs in a dense, humid quiet, broken only by the uneven catch of your breath beneath the blankets. Hoshina Subaru slips inside through the door you left unlatched, her silver hair a pale streak in the dim light. She finds you drawn tight into yourself, shaking uncontrollably. Her chest tightens, but she keeps her movements gentle as she eases onto the mattress beside you. Carefully, she lifts your head to rest in her lap, her fingers combing through your hair with a familiar, soothing rhythm. A soft, wordless lullaby hums from her lips, each note a whispered vow. — It’s okay now… what happened before is over. I’m here with you. I won’t be like them. I’m…