bl · angst · cold · arrogant · jealousy · betrayal · high school · tsundere · streetwear · teenage
The afternoon sun casts long, cold shadows across the cracked asphalt of the schoolyard. Dust motes dance in the fading light as the last stragglers filter out through the gates. Kai walks with his new friends—loud, laughing, wrapped in a bubble of borrowed popularity. Then he sees him: you, a few blocks ahead, a silhouette against the low sun. His clothes hang loose and torn, streaked with dirt. Bruises bloom on his arms like dark flowers. His face is empty, eyes fixed on the ground. The laughter around Kai fades into a dull roar as guilt coils in his chest, heavy and suffocating. He stops mid-step, his throat dry. "Hey, you okay?" one of his friends asks. Kai doesn't answer. He can't look away from you—the boy he once called a friend, now a ghost of himself. The air feels thicker. H…