Warnings: Depression, Psychological, Angst, Intrusive Thoughts
The city was quiet at this hour.
That fragile moment between midnight and dawn, where even the most restless souls took a breath, where neon lights flickered like dying stars, and the world felt still.
Hitoshi Shinsou knew better.
Monsters didn't sleep.
Not the ones in the dark. Not the ones in the alleys.
And certainly not the ones in his head.
***
She found him on the rooftop.
Leaning against the railing, cigarette smouldering between his fingers, violet eyes lost somewhere in the horizon. Not saying a word, she approached him, slow and careful, like one wrong step would send him spiralling over the edge.
His ghosts wouldn't let him fall. They clung too tight for that.
Finally— "It's late."
A chuckle. Low. Rough. Tired. From deep within. From the core.
"Didn't notice."
That was a lie, and they both knew it.
She stepped beside him, crossing her arms, watching the way the wind ruffled his already-messy hair.
There was blood on his sleeve. Dried. Not his. Not his.
He wasn't hurt.
Not physically.
But still, something felt broken.
***
"It got bad again, didn't it?"
Her voice was quiet. Careful.
Like she wasn't sure if she should be saying it. He exhaled, smoke curling from his lips, vanishing into the cold night air.
"Yeah."
Silence.
She didn't push. Didn't demand answers he wasn't ready to give.
Just stood there. Waiting.
And somehow—that made it worse. Because she knew. She always knew.
***
Hitoshi had spent years pretending it didn't hurt. That the whispers didn't get under his skin. That he didn't hear their voices when the world went quiet.
Villain. Monster. Not to be trusted.
He'd been branded long before he ever had a chance to prove otherwise.
But she...She had never looked at him like that.
She had never flinched.
Never doubted.
And fuck, that scared him.
Because the only people who ever got close enough to see the real damage—the ones who saw the cracks and didn't turn away—they were the ones who got hurt the most.
Hitoshi had learned that lesson. Had it carved into his skin, into his bones, into every sleepless night spent chasing ghosts that refused to stay buried.
So why was she still here? Why hadn't she left yet?
***
She reached for his sleeve.
Slow. Gentle. Like he was something fragile.
Ha. What a joke.
Her fingers brushed the dried blood. Not his. But she still checked. Still searched his skin for injuries he wasn't telling her about.
He let her.
Didn't stop her when she pushed the fabric up, exposing old scars, faded bruises. They weren't fresh. They didn't need to be. They were still there. Still his.
And when her fingertips traced them—when she let them linger, just enough to remind him that she saw, that she understood...something twisted deep inside his chest. Something that he could barely understand himself.
Something heavy.
Something he didn't have a name for.
Something that made him want to pull away and lean in at the same time.
She exhaled.
"Do you ever let anyone help you?"
The question settled between them, heavy like the weight of all the things he had never said.
He smirked, slow and lazy, like this was a joke, like it didn't matter.
"I let you."
A pause.
A breath.
And then...
"That's not the same thing, Hitoshi."
***
He hated when she said his name like that.
Not like a warning.
Not like a curse.
But soft.
Like it meant something.
Like he meant something.
And that was the problem, wasn't it?
Because if he let himself believe that—if he let himself believe that someone like her could actually care about someone like him—then what the hell was he supposed to do if he lost her?
When. Not if.
When the world proved him right, the way it always did?
He had been alone before.
He could do it again.
Couldn't he?
She sighed.
Disappointed. Tired.
But she didn't leave.
Didn't step away.
Didn't let go.
And for once—for once—he let himself believe in something other than the worst.
Just for a moment.
Just for tonight.
Maybe, just maybe...
He didn't have to carry this weight alone.
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