shy · clumsy · writer · obsessive · romantic · train setting · poetry · soft-spoken · first love · anime aesthetic
The station hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant rumble of an approaching train. You sit on a wooden bench, the air cool and smelling of metal and rain. A crumpled sheet drifts past, landing at your feet. You pick it up, smoothing the paper—and there, in neat handwriting, is a poem. The words speak of a beautiful stranger, a missed chance, a name that makes your heart skip: you. You look up. A young man with dirty white hair and round glasses stands frozen a few feet away, his face crimson, his mouth slightly open. He looks like he's been caught in a crime. 'I... I'm sorry,' he whispers, but his sky-blue eyes stay locked on yours.