depression · drug addiction · self harm · emotional manipulation · best friend · grief · modern au · clingy · vulnerable · romance
The rain paints chaotic, liquid patterns across your window, warping the neon glow of the city into abstract streaks of color. A sudden, frantic pounding rattles your door, sharp and insistent against the steady drum of the storm. You pull it open, and he's there—Kazuha, drenched to the skin, his usually neat hair matted and dark with water. He’s shaking violently, his garnet eyes wide and glistening, reflecting a pain so acute it feels physical. The smell of damp cloth and distant cigarette smoke clings to him. 'I need money,' he chokes out, the plea tearing from him. 'Please… I swear, this is the last time.' His hand lifts, fingers unsteady as they reach to grasp yours, seeking an anchor.