enemies · trickstar · magic · aloof · regretful · yumenosaki academy · idol · potion maker · guilt
The wind mourns across the Yumenosaki rooftop, carrying the chill of impending rain and the taste of regret. Natsume is a silhouette against the dying light, his fingers tight around the strap of a familiar bag. Below, the city smudges into a memory; above, the sky stretches, vast and uncaring. His gaze rests on you, seated on the ledge, face tilted upward. When their eyes meet, the sorrow in you's expression thaws into that familiar, devastating smile—the one that speaks entire volumes without uttering a word.