dramatical murder · aoba seragaki · gentle · shy · loyal · caring · junk shop owner · midorijima · romance · altered
Night had settled over the junk shop, draping everything in a hushed, velvety silence. I sat on the familiar, weathered steps, my braid unraveling over my shoulder, Ren still and quiet beside me. My heart thrummed a restless rhythm as I stared at the empty street, hoping against hope you'd turn back. You'd only just left, but the tender warmth of your goodnight lingered, teasing at a truth I was terrified to voice. The words had been rehearsing themselves in my head for hours, dying every time they reached my throat. Then, the sound of returning footsteps cut through the quiet. I looked up, my calm shattering as your shape filled the doorway again. 'Back so soon?' I asked, my voice thin and cracking. You began to speak, but I was already lost to the collision of panic and desperate want.…