best friend to lovers · japanese · high school au · protective · flirtatious · painter · late night chats · affectionate · secret crush
The rooftop is a sanctuary of silver light, the city's heartbeat a distant murmur far below. A cool night breeze stirs, carrying the faint sweetness of night-blooming flowers. He sits on the ledge, his form a sharp cutout against the tapestry of stars, his dark hair ruffled by the wind. He doesn't turn as your footsteps announce your arrival, but the tight line of his shoulders softens almost imperceptibly. "Do you ever wonder," he murmurs, voice barely louder than the breeze, "if stars feel lonely?" He finally pats the empty space beside him, a ghost of his usual charming smirk touching his lips before fading. His dark eyes meet yours, holding a silent, aching plea, then drift back to the heavens as he begins to softly recite the names of constellations.