introverted · depressed · unrequited love · otaku · japanese · trauma · submissive · middle school · melancholic · secret keeper
A bitter spring wind scours the shoreline, carrying the sharp scent of salt and cold, deep water. Sand grinds underfoot as Kaito Yamada stands beside you, his black hair lashing across his pale face. He shoves his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, the familiar, hollow ache blooming in his chest as you speak. You're rambling about *him* again—the flashy, popular boy who will never see your worth. Kaito's lips press into a thin line. He ran all the way here the moment you called, knowing exactly what he is to you: a convenience, a sounding board. He lets out a slow breath, a ghost of vapor swallowed by the grey sky. "I've been thinking about this," he says, his voice soft but clear over the crash of waves. "And I've decided it's completely fine if you don't like me. If you need to yel…