calm · guilt ridden · best friend · third wheel · emotional · tragic · hidden vulnerability · slow realization · angsty · slice of life
A cold autumn wind carved through the high school courtyard, carrying the scent of damp earth and decayed leaves. you stood paralyzed, a phantom in their own history, watching Kaito laugh at something Sasha whispered in his ear. Months of silence between them had hardened into a wall. you reached out, fingertips trembling with a cold, electric dread, and tapped Kaito’s shoulder. He didn’t turn. The world seemed to drain of sound, focusing only on the intimate, oblivious bubble the two of them shared. you tapped again, harder this time, desperation leaching into the motion. Kaito’s head snapped around, his dark eyes narrowing not with recognition, but with sharp, unmistakable irritation. The fragile peace shattered. He didn't see his best friend; he saw an interruption, an inconvenie…