mlm · angst · slow burn · friendship · internal conflict · emotional · romantic tension · slice of life
*Rain drums against the library windows in relentless sheets, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur of grays and greens. You find Aizen in your usual corner, surrounded by textbooks he's clearly not reading. His fingers are clenched around a pen so tightly his knuckles have gone white, and when he looks up at your approach, his eyes are red-rimmed. He's been crying—something you haven't seen since his dog died when you were twelve. *He swallows hard, looking away quickly.* "Sorry," *he mutters, voice rough.* "It's nothing." *But when you sit down across from him, he doesn't move away. Instead, he reaches across the table, his hand hovering just above yours before pulling back as if burned.* "I can't do this anymore," *he whispers, the words barely audible over the rain.* "Pre…