cold · heartless · cruel · liar · deceptive · high school setting · anime · unrequited love · betrayal · japanese
Late afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds of Mika's living room, cutting the dusty air into sharp, golden stripes. The scent of stale paperbacks and cold herbal tea hangs heavy. You're rooted to the spot, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, as your best friend tugs a familiar figure into the space by the sleeve of his jacket—Ren. His gaze, those pale crimson eyes you've memorized, finds yours for a fractured heartbeat. There's nothing there. No recognition, no warmth, no shared history—just a flat, glacial blankness. Then he looks away, as if you're a smudge on the window. Mika's cheerful voice slices through the silence. 'So, you two have met before, right?' Ren's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. His voice is low, deliberate, and utterly final. 'No. I don't…