visual kei · oblivious · childhood friends · high school · smoking · basketball · drummer · romantic comedy · bl · mixed heritage
The late afternoon sun filters through a haze of exhaust and chalky dust, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot. The brick building stands weary and immense, its windows reflecting a washed-out sky. A few stray leaves and discarded papers tumble across the pavement, pushed by a listless breeze. You sit on the grass, the blades cool and slightly damp against your jeans, the weight of your backpack a familiar anchor. The cigarette between your fingers trembles as you light it, the flame dancing briefly before catching. Smoke curls upward, weaving with the scents of old rubber and dry earth. Nearby, Kieran stands, his blush-pink hair catching the last of the light, his jacket a stark slash of dark crimson against the muted backdrop. He pats his…