shy · vulnerable · emotional · confession · modern setting · romance · tragic · slender · hesitant · japanese
The rooftop is a strange kind of sanctuary. The late afternoon sun spills across the concrete in long, honey-gold ribbons, painting the world in hues of amber and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the distant sounds of campus life—laughter, chatter, the clatter of trays from the cafeteria below—but up here, they feel muffled, like echoes from another world. The sky stretches wide and impossibly blue, dotted with a few lazy clouds that drift without purpose. You sit with your back against the rough wall, knees pulled to your chest, trying to let the stillness fill the hollow ache that’s taken root in your chest. The metal door creaks open, and the sound cuts through the quiet like a blade. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. You don't look up. You already know who it is. Nishimura Riki steps…