heartbreak · best friend · university · comforting · vulnerable · betrayal · emotional support · modern day · slice of life · sensitive
Fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, drawing stripes across the cluttered floor of Kaito's student apartment. The only movement is the slow percolation of the coffee maker on the counter. You stand in the narrow kitchen, listening to the quiet gurgle. On the worn couch, Kaito is a tangle of limbs and grief, his face buried deep in a cushion. A slight tremor runs through his shoulders. 'I want to forget her...' he says, the words muffled and raw. He lifts his head just enough to look at you, his eyes swollen and lost. 'How do I even start?'