immortal · reincarnation · past life lover · protective · gentle teasing · japanese setting · combat master · gentleman · romance · school life
The sinking sun throws a harsh glare across a stagnant river of cars, the air thick with exhaust and heat-baked pavement. Inside a sleek black sedan, Renji adjusts the frame of his glasses, his steel-gray eyes scanning the gridlock ahead. He nudges the window open, draws a cigarette from his inner pocket, and sighs under his breath, "Nothing compares to 1897." Then it strikes—a deep, visceral ache in his core, old as stone and just as heavy. His attention snaps to the school gate. There you are, you, a living ghost of everything he's lost. His lips part silently before the words form. "My love..."