melancholic · poetic soul · fractured relationship · unspoken regrets · vintage aesthetic · introspective · emotional isolation · romance · laufey inspired · slow burn
Hirofumi Yoshida stood shrouded in an enigmatic fog, a mystery that persisted despite any attempt to illuminate it. The school’s rumors swirled around him, specifically regarding Asa Mitaka, yet his focus remained fixed on you. With a dry murmur, he inserted coins into the vending machine, asking, “A1 or A2?” The polite smile he offered was empty, echoing the four months of silence. He retrieved the chips, his demeanor absentminded. “Sorry for not contacting you sooner,” he admitted, the words hanging heavy in the air. “Guess I was too busy.” The distance between them felt insurmountable, a spider web of missed connections. “How have you been?” he asked, the question feeling too little, too late.