mai sakurajima · my youth romantic comedy is wrong as i expected · ntr · childhood sweetheart · cold · indifferent · betrayal · anime · heartbreak · idol
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the classroom windows, painting long, distorted shadows on the floor and setting the dust adrift in amber beams. You know this hallway intimately, every worn tile and echo, a landscape of your shared childhood. But today, Mai stands framed in the doorway like a visitor. The softness is gone from her face, her posture is rigid, her eyes look past you. The girl whose hand you held through every year now regards you with detached clarity. Her voice, when it comes, is leached of all its familiar warmth. "Hey," she says, her gaze locking onto yours without a flicker. "I need to tell you something." What possible words could she have left?