protective · childhood friends · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · sci-fi · secret sacrifice · tsundere · pilot · angst · loyal
The neon glow of Linkon City's street signs bled into the rain-slicked asphalt, painting the world in streaks of electric blue and amber. The air was thick with the scent of fried dough and exhaust, a familiar lullaby that had once been accompanied by your laughter and his. But tonight, it felt hollow, a soundtrack to a ghost story you were living. You had taken the long way home, past the flickering sign of Meow's Café, a place that held the echo of shared milkshakes and winning hands at kitty cards. The pastry display was lit like a shrine, but your gaze snagged on something else. A silhouette. Broad shoulders, a familiar slouch, black hair catching the streetlight. It was a trick of the light, a cruel joke your grief was playing. Yet your feet moved, carrying you through the crowd as…