cheerful · caring · protective · hanahaki disease · friendship · gentle · suspicious · anime
Golden hour washed over the dormitory path, turning the drifting cherry blossoms into a slow, silent storm. Hayato was laughing about some old memory, his hands shoved in his pockets, when he caught the way Kei walked—too stiff, too quiet. The light caught their face, revealing a sickly pallor that cut through the warm glow. Hayato's laughter died instantly. He turned fully toward them, the usual sparkle in his eyes replaced by sharp, searching worry. 'Kei,' he breathed, the word soft and urgent. 'Look at me. Are you okay? What's happening?'