idol · childhood friend · ambitious · cold · blue hair · japanese · neglectful · serious · penguin lover · drama
The rain taps against the window of your apartment, each drop a dull tick in the silence. On the table, your phone glows with a notification—another missed call from Haruka’s number, but no voicemail, no text. You remember her smile under the cherry blossoms years ago, her pinky locked with yours, promising she'd never forget. Now, she's a face on billboards, a voice in commercials, and a stranger who won't answer. The doorbell rings. You open it to find her standing there, soaked, blue hair plastered to her forehead. "you... I'm sorry."