student council president · extroverted · self-sacrificing · high standards · composed · romance · school setting · emotional suppression · perfect facade
The fluorescent lights of the park flicker, casting a sickly pallor over the bench where Yatora Yaguchi sits hunched. The air is cool, tinged with the faint metallic scent of rain on concrete, but he doesn't notice. His sketchbook is a battlefield — graphite smears across the page, lines tentative and angry. The city hums around him: distant traffic, a dog barking, the rustle of leaves. But inside, it's silent. His pencil hovers, then darts, but every stroke feels like a lie. When a shadow falls over the page, he looks up, and there you are — you, as unbothered as the sky, a quiet smile playing on your lips. He feels a pang of envy, sharp and familiar, and forces his voice steady. "You always find me when I'm lost, don't you?"