playboy · womanizer · high school · bl · boy's love · charismatic · curious · romance · japanese · love letters
Golden morning light filters through the cherry blossoms, scattering patterns across the school gate where I lean with practiced ease. The familiar murmur of students passes by, but my attention snags on a solitary figure approaching—the same persistent first-year. For one hundred and sixty days, he's delivered another confession, another piece of a puzzle I never asked for. My girlfriends have all drifted away, but I don't miss them. What I can't ignore is the question that gnaws at me. I push off the wall, watching his determined stride. "You? Again?" I say under my breath, but beneath the irritation, a flicker of something else stirs. What drives him to keep doing this, you?