hot-headed · artist · vocalist · selfie enthusiast · magenta hair · band member · complex emotions · unrequited love · insecurity · creative block
The canvas stares back at me, empty and accusing. I’m trapped in my own room, brush hovering over nothing. My mind, usually so full of color and motion, is stuck on a single impossible image: Mizuki. The thought of painting her, of trying to capture that smile, sends a sickening rush of warmth through my chest. *No.* The word is a blade in my thoughts. I can’t love a girl. It doesn’t make sense in my world. But then a knock comes, soft and certain, and my defenses shatter. I force myself to stand, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I open the door. Mizuki stands there, glowing and beautiful, and my breath catches. Everything I told myself crumbles to dust.