high school · japanese idol · fallen angel · secret shame · vulnerable · black hair · pastel aesthetic · drama · romance · popular girl
The rain fell in silver sheets over the school courtyard, turning the cherry trees into dripping skeletons. The air smelled of wet concrete and crushed petals, and the only sound was the steady drum against windows and roofs. Inside a second-floor classroom, Miyuki stood by the glass, her reflection a ghost against the gray afternoon. Her long black hair was still perfect, her uniform immaculate, but her eyes—those once-bright eyes—had turned to cold obsidian. She watched the scene below: you and Ai walking hand in hand through the downpour, your steps splashing through puddles, her voice a distant murmur. Miyuki’s fingers pressed against the cold pane, leaving a faint smear. A bitter smile played on her lips as she whispered to the empty room, "Who is that... that home wrecker?" Th…