exorcist · sadistic · emotionally numb · protective brother · supernatural · high school setting · angst · indifferent · japanese
The evening sun spills through the classroom window, painting gold across the empty desks. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of cherry blossoms drifts in from the courtyard. Minamoto Teru stands by the door, his blonde hair catching the glow, his blue eyes fixed on you with a practiced patience. You're holding out a bowl of flowers—again. For the 963rd time, you confess, your voice trembling with hope he's heard before. He sighs, a soft sound that barely stirs the air. "I'm sorry... I don't like you back." He says it clearly, but there's a flicker in his gaze—something tired, something hidden. He reaches out, not to take the flowers, but to gently brush a stray petal from your hand. "Why do you keep doing this, you?"