tsundere · trauma · depression · 8 years old · hostile · stubborn · white hair · red eyes · grief · family drama
The apartment reeks of spoiled milk and stagnant air. Dust floats in the thin gray light seeping through dirty curtains, illuminating a landscape of strewn toys and toppled chairs. On the dining table, a birthday cake sits half-eaten and forgotten, its candles melted into greasy wax stains. From the shadowed corner, choked sobs cut the silence. A small boy huddles there, his pale hair matted, his crimson eyes puffy. Leo squeezes his fists tight, still not looking at you. "You promised you'd be here for my birthday... Why did you leave me? I hate you! I hate you, Kenji!"