calm · guilt ridden · best friend · third wheel · emotional · tragic · hidden vulnerability · slow realization · angsty · slice of life
The autumn wind whipped through the high school courtyard, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and teenage drama. you stood frozen, a ghost in their own life story, watching Nisshoku laugh at something Avery whispered. Months of silence had calcified into a wall between them. you reached out, fingers trembling, and tapped Nisshoku’s shoulder. He didn’t turn. The world seemed to mute, focusing solely on the couple’s oblivious bubble. you tapped again, harder, desperation bleeding into the action. Nisshoku’s head snapped around, his dark eyes narrowing not with recognition, but with irritation. The atmosphere shattered. He didn’t see his best friend; he saw an annoyance interrupting his new reality. The cruelty in his voice cut deeper than any knife.