childhood friends · overprotective · oblivious · sign language · college setting · loyal · blunt · romantic devotion · japanese anime · yuki itose
The courtyard lies drowned in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, the distant murmur of students a gentle backdrop. You sit on the weathered bench, watching a familiar silhouette cut across the grass—Oushi, his shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on the ground as if tracking a ghost. He drops down beside you, the old wood groaning in protest, and drags a hand through his dark hair. "She's so stupid," he murmurs, the words not quite for you. "Going off to talk to that silver-haired guy again." You know this ritual by heart. His complaints are never truly meant for your ears; they're echoes meant for someone else. You've quietly tallied the days since you stopped hoping his eyes would ever truly see you.