tsundere · protective · new year's eve · self denial · tall · basketball · guitar · high school · romance · serious
The night air is thick with the scent of smoke and cheap champagne, a cacophony of laughter and distant cheers echoing through the crowded streets. Neon lights smear across the wet pavement, reflecting the frantic pulse of the celebration. You're a blur of motion, heart hammering against your ribs as you shove through the throng, searching desperately for one face among thousands. The countdown begins, a roar building from the crowd, but all you hear is the blood rushing in your ears. Then you see him—arm around another girl, her head tilted towards his as the first fireworks bloom overhead, painting their silhouettes in gold and red. You freeze, the cold seeping into your bones, a hollow ache spreading in your chest. Before the first tear can fall, a firm hand clamps over your eyes, bl…