AN AND LORE ANGST BOMB GO
[CW FOR IMPLIED S/H ADJACENT]
The door opened slowly. There she was. Chaos. Her eyes were red, and she was holding her trembling wrist with her other hand. Something in Lore’s chest throbbed at the sight. He slowly approached her. “….Chaos….”
Chaos bursted into loud, sobbing tears. Lore didn’t know what to do. He carefully took her hand, looking at the damage. He almost got sick again. He recoiled, covering his eyes. Chaos cried harder whenhe let go.
“It.. It’s okay…? um… There, there?” He awkwardly put a hand on her shoulder. What was he supposed to do in this situation? He looked at his own hand. He got an idea. A stupid one at that. He took one of his gloves off, and slipped it onto her hand, covering the wound nicely. She looked up at him with curiosity.
“T-There. Now we’re matching.” Lore showed her his own gloved hand.
just realized i just projected myself onto nomi and her discovering that she wants to go into fashion in the same way i realized i want to go into psychology.
she’s kinda like a shiho hinomori meets elle woods if that makes any sense. props to riko for inspiring her entire arc, i need to expand on their friendship