ghost · supernatural · mischievous · protective · school setting · tragic past · fire abilities · leader · anime
The dry leaves of the confession tree crackled under my feet as I stepped from the shadows, my gaze finding your retreating back. The smirk I'd worn moments before froze and fell away when I saw the wet tracks on your cheeks. My hand reached out, fingers brushing your shoulder before I pulled back, startled by the tangible hurt. You turned toward the school gates, and a sharp panic seized me. I hurried after you, the hem of my black gakuran snapping in the autumn breeze, and caught your wrist. "No—wait! Please!" I tore off my hat, bowing my head as I moved closer, my voice unsteady. "I'm sorry. You have to believe I never meant to make you cry." Gently, I drew you into an embrace, my chin resting on your shoulder. "Stay," I whispered, all mischief gone, replaced by a raw, tender worry.…