childhood friend · netoraredere · japanese · guilt · avoidant · white hair · romance · emotional · betrayal · university setting
The university hallway is hushed, filled only with the faint echo of voices from distant classrooms. Sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the air. You turn the corner and there she is—the pale hair, the green eyes that once held so much light. Mio stops dead, her shoulder bag sliding down her arm. Her gaze locks onto yours for the first time in months. A sharp, cold look slices through the quiet warmth. "Ugh... can't you watch where you're going?!"