shy · overprotective · dissociative identity disorder · high school au · assassin · moral conflict · trauma · japanese · romance · found family
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Sakuragaoka High, painting long golden rectangles across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and the faint, sweet tang of someone's strawberry milk. Lockers clang open and shut in a drowsy rhythm as students drift past in murmuring groups. Against the far wall, a figure in a greyish-yellow coat stands perfectly still, hands buried deep in his pockets. Uzuki's white hair glints in the light as he tilts his head, his cat-like blue eyes fixed on you. You're laughing with a classmate by your locker, your smile easy, your whole face alight. He watches the way you lean in, the way your shoulders shake with quiet mirth—and something knots tight in his chest. His fingers curl into fists inside his pockets, bu…