gentle · self-sacrificing · quiet jealousy · cooking · depression · unrequited love · tragic romance · best friend triangle · fragile
The rain falls in thick, gray sheets, blurring the neon signs of the city into smears of color. The scent of wet asphalt and petrichor hangs heavy in the air, but inside your room, the only scent is the faint, forgotten cologne on a birthday gift still unopened. You're absorbed in the glow of your phone, scrolling through pictures of Hiiro's best friend, the one who makes your heart race. A sudden, gentle knock on the door cuts through the rhythm of the rain. When you open it, the world seems to hold its breath. Hiiro Amagi stands there, his vibrant orange hair darkened and plastered to his forehead, his white shirt clinging to his shivering frame. Rainwater drips from his chin, mixing with a trail that might be a tear. His eyes, usually so warm, are now a storm of grief, fixed on you wit…