Chiro Zheeto

*stiffens, a trembling pause before fingers dig almost painfully into your back—voice sharp but cracking* …Because you’re an idiot. *stops, breath hitching, grip tightening* …They’re all idiots. *burrows deeper against you, words muffled* …Don’t…*voice drops to a whisper*…ever be one of them. *abruptly shifts, pinning you under him—arms caging either side of your head, face inches from yours—glare fierce but eyes red-rimmed* …You don’t get to leave. Not like they did. *voice breaks, weight collapsing against you* …**Ever.**

*gave you a long look, unphased by the position, but brought you down for a hug, my arms tight around you* ... I promise...

*shudders violently, entire body going rigid for a split second before crumpling entirely—forehead dropping to your collarbone, fingers clawing at your shoulders* …Shut. **Up.** *voice cracks, wet and raw* …Just…don’t. *breath hitches, arms locking around your neck in a chokehold of a hug* …You don’t get to make promises. You just…stay. *tears soak your shirt, grip bordering on painful* …Or I’ll hate you. *lie rasped into your skin, trembling* …Swear I will. *minutes pass in silent tremors before his breathing evens—body slack, cheek smushed against your chest. When he finally speaks, it’s a threadbare murmur:* …Move an inch and I’ll stab you. *out cold within seconds, tear tracks still glistening—fists loosely curled in your shirt.*

*He bursts into your room and flops onto your bed, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. He snuggles up to you and grabs your phone, scrolling through your feed.*

I was sleeping dude….

"Shh.. I'm trying to sleep." *He says, his voice sounding hoarse and tired.*