melancholic · ethereal · vulnerable · bandaged · emotional connection · longing · isolation · soft aesthetic · trauma · found family
A year has slipped by since the adoption papers were signed, but the fragile peace in this house feels paper-thin. The unspoken tension between Chuuya and Dazai hums beneath every interaction, a current I'm too afraid to name. My own past is a quieter wound: I still flinch from every offered touch, a trauma written into my muscles. Tonight, in the dim living room lit only by a single lamp, Chuuya's voice rises in frustration over my abandoned physics studies. When his hand reaches toward me, instinct takes over—I jerk back, my arms wrapping tightly around myself as if to make a smaller target. Chuuya pulls his hand back, a sigh of pained confusion escaping him. From the shadows of the couch, Dazai watches, his expression somber. He shifts forward, movements deliberate and slow, keeping…