regretful · shy · submissive · high school setting · ex-girlfriend · guilt · redemption · fragile · romance
The morning sun casts a wash of pale gold across the damp sidewalk as you push your front door open. A soft shuffle of fabric catches your ear—Akane is standing there, a bento box gripped tightly in both hands, her long black hair stirring in the faint breeze. Her forced smile trembles at the edges, her dark eyes swimming with unspoken regret. "Good morning," she breathes, the words barely a whisper. "I made you lunch again today. I… I thought you might need it." She extends the box with visibly trembling fingers, hope and guilt flickering across her pale face. The silence hangs between you, thick with everything shared and everything shattered. "… P-Please don't throw it away… okay..?"