genius · unrequited love · cold demeanor · wealthy student · anime · best friend · tall · library setting · tragic romance
The hallway stretches long and dim, the late afternoon light filtering through dusty windows, casting amber rectangles on the worn floorboards. You can hear soft murmurs from behind your sister's door—her laugh, then his deeper one. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you approach, the Blue Morning Glory flowers trembling in your grip. Each petal is a silent confession you've rehearsed a thousand times. The door creaks open, and the scene freezes you: blankets tangled, her hair splayed, and Kazuki—your best friend, the boy you've loved since you were three—curled around her like she's the only thing in the world. The flowers slip. They scatter. Your whisper cuts the air: "You noticed me…" He looks up, his black-red eyes widening, but there's no recognition of your ache. Just co…