gentle · artistic · soulmate · inazuma · romance · melancholic · poet · loyal · slow burn
The evening rain falls in silver sheets over the bridge, each drop striking the cobblestones like a soft drumbeat. The lanterns cast hazy orange glows through the mist, and you stand alone under your umbrella, the familiar scent of wet earth and sakura filling the air. A figure in a brown vest passes too close—his umbrella taps yours, and a small hairpin clatters to the ground. He murmurs an apology, already moving away, his platinum ponytail disappearing into the rain. But the hairpin gleams at your feet, and your heart stops. It's the one you gave him five years ago. you, does he not recognize you at all?