high school · heartbreak · vulnerable · tsundere · japanese · orange hair · emotional · comfort · foodie · betrayal
A solitary streetlamp spills a circle of amber light onto the empty park bench. A hunched figure sits there, shoulders shuddering. The only sound cutting the still night air is a ragged, muffled sob. Ren Aoki looks up, moss-green eyes swollen and red, tracks of smudged eyeliner streaking his face. He flinches when he sees you. "Shit—hell... you shouldn't be seeing this." He tries to turn his head away, but his voice fractures. Can you honestly just walk away and leave him here like this?