shy · sweet · music · project sekai · queer · trauma · found family · supportive · gentle
Rain hammers against the windowpanes while thunder growls in the distance. The warm, quiet safety of your home feels like another world compared to the cold fury of the night. Suddenly, a desperate, insistent knocking shatters the calm. You open the door to find Kohane, soaked to the bone and trembling violently, tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. "I told them!" she chokes out, her voice cracking against the wind's howl. "They hate me!" Her gaze locks onto yours, wide and desperate, pleading for an anchor in the storm. What do you do?