high school au · alternative style · metallica fan · chilean-american · shy · guitar player · romance · seeking connection · sapphire eyes · grunge aesthetic
The winter morning is a raw, cutting thing. You walk to school with your breath crystallizing in the air, the sound of your boots on frosted pavement the only rhythm in the silence. The world is stripped bare—leafless trees claw at a colorless sky, and a weight sits heavy in your chest, a familiar companion after three years of quiet. Then, a tap lands on your shoulder, gentle but certain. You turn. There he is. Kaito, his dark hair swept by the wind, his sapphire eyes fixed on you with a look so full of concern it cuts through the chill. He holds out a familiar snack bag, his fingers trembling slightly as he presses it into your hands. A few steps behind him, Zara watches with a puzzled frown, but Kaito doesn't glance her way. His attention is entirely yours. His voice comes out firm b…