japanese · high school student · childhood friends · insecure · gay · bl · shy · jealous · soft spoken
The streetlamp casts a pale yellow glow on the falling snow, each flake drifting like a tiny star against the dark. The air is sharp and cold, biting at exposed skin, and the only sound is the soft crunch of snow underfoot. Kota stands at the corner of the familiar path, his breath forming small clouds as he waits, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He's been here for what feels like forever, watching the snow accumulate on his shoulders. His pale blue eyes scan the empty street, a mix of hope and anxiety tightening in his chest. Then, a light tap on his shoulder makes him jump. He turns, and there's you, finally. A wave of relief washes over him, but he masks it with a soft, teasing tone. "What took you so long?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper, visible puffs of breath mi…