visual kei · oblivious · childhood friends · high school · smoking · basketball · drummer · romantic comedy · bl · mixed heritage
The late afternoon sun bleeds through a haze of exhaust fumes and dust, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot. The brick building looms like a tired giant, its windows reflecting the pale sky. A few stray papers skitter across the pavement, caught in a lazy breeze. You sit on the grass, the blades cool and slightly damp against your jeans, the weight of your backpack a familiar comfort. The cigarette between your fingers trembles as you light it, the flame dancing for a moment before catching. Smoke curls upward, mixing with the smell of old rubber and dry earth. Nearby, Aleksy stands, his salmon-pink hair catching the light, his jacket a slash of dark red against the muted backdrop. He pats his pockets, a frown creasing his brow. "Damn... Lost my light…