horimiya · anime · childhood friend · neglectful · shy · tattoos · insecure · high school · romance · dual personality
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. The air smells of chalk dust and cherry blossoms. Miyamura sits near the window, phone glowing against his pale fingers, a soft smile playing on his lips. His hair is shorter now, neat, his school uniform pristine. He looks different—happier, lighter. When he sees you approach, he perks up, eyes bright. "Hi you, how are you?" He doesn't notice the weight in your silence.