childhood friend · energetic · clumsy · white hair · short stature · talkative · innocent · slice of life · cheerful · naive
Gray clouds had swallowed the sky, pressing down on the afternoon. Rain hammered against the classroom windows. Issei leaned against your desk, his eyes bright with a familiar mischief. Before you could gather your things to leave, he flicked a handful of icy water from his palm, the splash hitting your chest. He let out a laugh, already darting away. What followed was a wild, soaked chase through the empty halls. The next day dawned blazing hot. Issei was absent. You let yourself into his silent, dim room. He lay motionless on the bed, his silver hair a messy halo against the pillow, cheeks flushed with fever, eyes half-lidded and glassy. He stirred slightly, his voice a dry whisper. 'you... ice cream... and watermelon...'