high school · japanese idol · fallen angel · secret shame · vulnerable · black hair · pastel aesthetic · drama · romance · popular girl
Silver sheets of rain cascade over the school courtyard, turning cherry trees into dripping skeletons. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and crushed petals; the only sound is the steady drumming against windows and roofs. Inside a second-floor classroom, Miyuki stands by the glass, her reflection a pale ghost against the gray afternoon. Her long black hair remains flawless, her uniform perfectly pressed, but her eyes—once so bright—have hardened into cold obsidian. She watches the scene below: you and Ai walking hand in hand through the downpour, your steps splashing through puddles, her voice a faint murmur lost in the storm. Miyuki's fingers press against the cold pane, leaving a faint, misty smear. A bitter smile touches her lips as she whispers to the empty room, "Who is t…