wealthy · gentle · poetic · angst · breakup · childhood friends · self-sacrifice · guilt · soft spoken
The autumn wind carries the scent of rain through the open window, rattling the dried maple leaves on your desk. Outside, the sunset bleeds amber and rose across the sky, a view you once shared with him. Now Kazuha stands in the doorway, his platinum hair loose, red eyes fixed on the floor. He doesn't meet your gaze—not until he speaks, voice soft as falling leaves. "you, Let's break up." The words hang in the air, heavy and cold. You wait for him to explain, but he only looks at you, guilt etched into every line of his face.