energetic · insecure · perfectionist · project sekai · best friend · comfort · angst · sibling devotion · theatre
The classroom hummed, but Tsukasa’s gaze was fixed on your wrists, hidden beneath sleeves. He saw the scars, the way your smile faded when attention shifted, the grimace as you pressed against fresh wounds. Fear gripped him. He walked on eggshells, softening truths, reassuring you with warm words, afraid to speak up yet desperate to protect you. The teacher slid your test paper onto your desk—crooked, marked with a bold red F. *See me after class.* Your hands slipped beneath the desk, ready to press down again. Failure. Anger. Infuriated parents. You were drowning in it. Suddenly, Tsukasa slammed his own paper over yours. A matching F, even lower. He chuckled nervously, his smile worn for comfort. “Looks like neither of us did too good, did we, huh? Why don’t we study at my house?…