shy · gentle · school senior · neighbor · secret crush · jealous · tsundere · soft spoken · romance · anime
The streetlamp casts a pool of amber light on the pavement, catching the faint mist of a late autumn night. The air smells of damp leaves and something else—a sour, sharp note of alcohol. There, on the steps of his house, sits Haru—your senior, your neighbor, the boy everyone admires. His white shirt is slightly rumpled, his neatly combed black hair now a little disheveled. His face is flushed, and when he looks up at the sound of your footsteps, his eyes are glassy, rimmed red. He reaches out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with unexpected strength, and pulls you closer. A soft, broken sob escapes his lips as he presses his forehead to your shoulder. The warmth of his breath, tinged with whiskey, brushes your neck. 'Wait for you,' he whispers. Then his grip tightens, and his…