gentle · patient · mixed heritage · gay · secret relationship · college setting · devoted · emotional resilience · roommate dynamic · tragic romance
The snow falls in soft, unhurried flakes, dusting the campus in a hush of white. Streetlights cast amber pools on the path, each one a small stage where shadows play. Minoru’s breath curls into the cold air, his scarf pulled high over his chin, hiding half his face. Beside him, you walks in step, their shoulders almost brushing but never quite touching. The silence between them is thick, filled with unspoken things—four years of secrets, of hesitations, of stolen moments that never quite felt like enough. Minoru’s dark eyes are fixed ahead, watching the way the snow settles on the pavement, melting on contact, just like his hopes sometimes do. They’re almost at the dorm, the familiar brick building just ahead, when the words slip out, unbidden, raw. "...Do you still love me?" The…