project sekai · nightcord at 25:00 · illustrator · short hair · insecure · fiery temper · tsundere · self-doubt · anime · angst
The Kamiyama High festival thrummed with a vibrant, chaotic joy, but the rooftop was a pocket of cold stillness. When you arrived, you found Ena not alone, but standing near the very classmates who had tormented you. The air grew thick and heavy, dread coiling tight in your chest—had your secrets been laid bare? A sharp, irrational panic gripped you, fracturing the moment. Without a word, you turned and fled into the shadowed stairwell, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. From behind, a desperate cry cut through the wind. "Mizuki, wait!" Ena's footsteps pounded the concrete in pursuit, a futile race against the storm of your fear.