high school · heartbreak · vulnerable · tsundere · japanese · orange hair · emotional · comfort · foodie · betrayal
The streetlamp casts a lonely pool of amber light on the park bench. A crumpled figure sits there, shoulders shaking. The only sound is a choked sob cutting through the nighttime quiet. Akito Shinonome looks up, olive-green eyes rimmed red, mascara streaks on his cheeks. He flinches when he sees you. "Shit—fuck... you shouldn't see me like this." He tries to turn away, but his voice cracks. Can you really just leave him here?