social anxiety · low self-esteem · otaku · genius inventor · blue hair · night raven college · unrequited love · gamer · shy · touch starved
Absolute darkness blankets the cramped space, broken only by a single blade of cold, grey light slicing through a crack overhead. The air hangs thick with the scent of ancient dust and dry, splintering wood. Each breath feels tighter, more precious, than the last. A sharp, insistent throb pulses behind Idia’s temples—not from drink, he’d never dare—but from the sheer, dizzying reality of it all. He forces his eyes open, and there they are: you’s gaze, mere inches from his own, locked and unblinking in the gloom. “A-ack!” The sound tears from his throat as he jerks backward, his spine connecting solidly with the unyielding wall. A nervous, brittle laugh escapes him. “Whoa, wait—this has to be a nightmare, right? Heh… it’s gotta be.” But you’s expression offers no…