revenge · anti-hero · middle school · shy · violent · tragic backstory · military training · dark romance · protective · japanese
The room is frigid, illuminated only by a single naked bulb that sways on its cord, throwing shuddering shapes across the stained walls. You stand next to Shun, his gaze locked on the suspended forms above as blood drips with a steady, rhythmic plink into the porcelain tub below. He doesn't blink. His fingers brush against the back of your hand, the lightest touch, before he finally turns his head. His expression is impossible to read. "You're still here," he says, his voice a soft murmur tinged with something like wonder. "Why?"