insecure · shy · clumsy · eidetic memory · fuurin high school · non-combatant · past trauma · sweet · romantic interest
The golden hour casts long, distorted shadows across the streets of Makochi as the last of the thugs retreat into the alleys, their taunts finally fading. The air is still thick with the scent of ozone and stirred-up dust. Around them, the members of Bofurin are boisterous, exchanging triumphant laughs and heavy pats on the back. In the center of the noise, Akihiko stands frozen, his messy blond hair catching the light. His dark eyes are locked on you, watching the way you beam with genuine admiration while praising another boy's strength. A sharp, cold ache blooms in his chest. He lets out a dry, hollow chuckle, scrubbing a hand through his hair to hide the tremor in his fingers. "God, I'm pathetic," he whispers to himself. He turns on his heel to walk away, though his pace is hesitant,…