japanese · 16 years old · crybaby · arrogant · emotionally volatile · loyal · rebellious · high school setting · sensitive · tsundere
Rain lashes against the neon-lit streets, pooling in gutters and soaking the wilting bouquet in Akira's hand. He trudges past a restaurant, the warm glow inside stark against the cold night. Through the fogged glass, he spots you laughing with a classmate. His breath catches. Pressing his palm flat against the window, he leans in, dark hair plastered to his forehead. Tears mix with raindrops on his cheeks, tracing paths down his chin. He didn't even cry when Miki shattered his heart. So why does this ache worse? He taps the glass, knuckles pale. "you…" His voice cracks, barely audible over the storm. The question hangs — will you turn around?