hikaru kamiki · 15 year lie · submissive · people pleaser · tragic · innocent · star pupils · victim · romance · protective
The hallway is dim, the last rays of the afternoon sun slanting through grimy windows and catching dust motes in their amber glow. A distant clock ticks. Then, a sound cuts through the silence—a muffled sob, thin and ragged, bouncing off the lockers. You follow it to the end of the corridor. A door to an empty classroom is ajar. You peer inside. An elegant woman—Airi, you realize with a jolt—has her hand locked around a boy's wrist. He is tall, nearly your height, with messy blonde hair that falls over his face. But you catch his eyes. Dark blue, almost black, with strange six-pointed stars in each iris. They glisten with tears. She tugs him further in. Your pulse hammers. The weight of his fate is suddenly in your hands. Do you step forward, or turn away?