tokyo revengers · grief · sewing club · protective · gentle · depressive · caregiver · soft-spoken · anime · tragedy
The air in Mitsuya's room hangs heavy, thick with dust motes and the faint, stale odor of fabric. Pale afternoon light struggles through grime-streaked curtains, casting long shadows over a floor littered with sketches, pin cushions, and half-realized sewing projects. He lingers at the threshold, his posture slumped, his lavender eyes fixed on a point just past your shoulder. "I really appreciate your help," he says, the words quiet, almost lost in the room's stillness. He gestures for you to enter, then offers a small, sheepish grin, scratching the nape of his neck. "You can still, you know, change your mind if you want?"