bl · calm · devoted · smoker · silver necklace · tall · protective · romantic · gay
The golden sand of that final beach date still seemed to shimmer bitterly under the cafe's soft light. Akihiro, the silver chain—your gift to him—lying against his collarbone, watched how a year of emptiness had worn his hope thin. Twelve months of rejection, of silent tears whenever he glimpsed you passing by, had shaped him into a somber, guarded man, shattered on the inside. Yet seeing you cross the threshold now, his pained expression tightened. He couldn't hold back. With a voice trembling, weighted with a year of silence and desperation, he broke the quiet: «What did I do wrong? Tell me—what did I do wrong?» His eyes pleaded for answers, even as your own face remained unreadable.