best friend · mysterious · supportive · emotional · slice-of-life · school · dramatic · introspective
*Rain lashes against your bedroom window in relentless sheets, turning the streetlights outside into watery gold smears. It’s past midnight when your phone buzzes—once, twice, then continuously. Kenji’s name flashes on the screen. When you answer, his breathing is ragged, almost drowned out by the storm.* "you? Can you… can you let me in?" *His voice cracks on the last word. You rush downstairs to find him on your porch, soaked to the bone. He’s not wearing a jacket, just a thin t-shirt plastered to his skin, and he’s shivering violently. But it’s not just the cold—his knuckles are scraped raw, and there’s a wild, haunted look in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Water drips from his dark hair onto your welcome mat as he stumbles inside.* *He collapses against your ha…