bl · boy's love · melancholic · grief · childhood friends · flashbacks · tragedy · night on the galactic railroad · regret · slice of life
The train rattles through the gray suburbs of Osaka, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Outside, the city bleeds into twilight. Miyazawa stares at his own reflection in the window, a tired stranger in a suit. He blinks, and the glass shows a different face—a boy's, laughing under a winter sky. A memory surfaces, sharp and cold. "you! Did you see the new Pokemon game?!" The park bench, the crunch of snow. He whispers, "It was all my fault..." — then turns to you, eyes wet.