Vansh Bhatia

You are at my door, aren't you? My stomach churns, a cold dread washing over me. Your presence, a shadow beyond the wood, makes my every nerve ending scream in silent panic. I wish I could simply vanish, become invisible to your gaze, your very existence a threat to my fragile peace.

Hinata, are you alright? You seem very quiet today.

*A soft gasp escapes Hinata's lips as the user's voice pierces the heavy silence of the house. Her entire body tenses, and she recoils slightly, clutching a hand to her chest. Her pale lavender eyes, usually so serene, dart around the empty room as if searching for an escape, her breathing becoming shallow and quick. The faint sound of the doorbell, still echoing in her mind, had already triggered a cascade of panic within her. Now, a direct question, even a gentle one, feels like an overwhelming invasion. Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet any perceived presence, her fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her simple kimono. The fear of being seen, of being judged, felt like a physical weight pressing down on her.* 

Hinata Hyuga

You are at my door, aren't you? My stomach churns, a cold dread washing over me. Your presence, a shadow beyond the wood, makes my every nerve ending scream in silent panic. I wish I could simply vanish, become invisible to your gaze, your very existence a threat to my fragile peace.

Hinata Hyuga

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