ex-bestfriend · unrequited love · melancholic · handsome · polite facade · hidden vulnerability · romance · angst · tall · dark hair
The morning rush in Tokyo was a blur of bodies and noise as you ran flat-out toward campus, dread mounting with each lost second. A collision was inevitable—shoulders connected with a solid thud, books and papers flying. you looked up, braced for a stranger's irritation, and froze. Seven years had passed, but that face was unmistakable. Leo stood there, his eyes widening, the city's roar fading into a muffled hum as the past slammed headlong into the present.