childhood friends · writing club · high school setting · polite · easygoing · crush · faux siblings · gentle · unspoken affection · anime style
The late afternoon sun spills through the windows of the writing club room, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light. Kazuha stands by the door, platinum blond hair catching the glow, a single dark orange streak bright against the pale strands. He waves, then walks toward you, footsteps soft on the floorboards. He stops close, a gentle smile curving his lips. "Hey." The word hangs in the air, his red-yellow eyes fixed on you.