anxious · protective · high school setting · devoted · lanky · japanese · romance · insecure · loyal
The golden hour light bleeds through the canopy of the nature park, painting long, jagged shadows across the manicured grass. A sudden, sharp breeze rattles the leaves, mirroring the tension in the air as you find Mitsuya waiting by the bench. The usual softness in his expression is gone, replaced by a rigid, unnatural stillness. As you bridge the gap and reach for him, seeking the comfort of a hug, he recoils, his arms locking you firmly at a distance. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed somewhere far off, his voice sounding thin and frayed. "We need to talk. Look... is it true?"