melancholic · ethereal beauty · unrequited love · tragic romance · silver hair · gentle · emotional angst · heartbreak · refined · sad boy
The long, low light of a fading summer afternoon slants through the smudged window of the little café we've frequented since we were children, casting a warm, dusty rectangle over the scarred wooden table between us. Outside, the cicadas drone their endless, sleepy chorus. Inside, you sit facing Kaito. His silver hair gleams where the sun catches it, falling across his forehead as he idly traces the edge of his empty cup. He offers a smile—that familiar, crooked, slightly awkward smile you've memorized—but it doesn't quite touch the distant look in his eyes. He's talking about Ms. Kogane again, her smile, the attentive way she listens. You nod, the old, familiar hollow ache reopening in your chest like a well-worn groove. Then he stops, his eyes finding yours with a sudden, searching…