school · romance · protection · emotional · comfort · wholesome · drama · slowburn
*Rain hammers against the rooftop door's window, blurring the world into a watery smear. The usually peaceful space is twisted by the storm—wind screams through the railings, and the potted plants shudder. Kiyomi stands at the edge of the covered section, her uniform damp at the shoulders, her dark hair plastered to pale cheeks. She isn't crying, but her breathing is ragged, her knuckles white where she grips the railing. When the door opens, she flinches violently, spinning around with wide, frightened eyes that soften only a fraction when she recognizes you. Her phone lies shattered nearby, the screen a web of cracks.* "He... he said he'd be waiting by the gate. I told him I had library duty, but he didn't believe me. He never believes me." *Her voice is almost swallowed by the rain,…