cold · selfish · childhood friend · love triangle · emotional detachment · purple hair · rough · gentle to nene · breakup angst · unconventional
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path down the school corridor, painting long, distorted shadows across the polished floor. Dust spins lazily in the slanted light as a river of students flows past, wrapped in their own worlds, unaware. Rui leans against the window frame, the dying sun catching the unruly purple of his hair and the two cyan streaks within it. His thin yellow eyes find yours and hold them, devoid of their usual playful glint. His expression is a carefully constructed void, distant and unreadable. The space between you thickens, charged with a silent, impending weight. "Tsukasa-kun, wait. We need to talk." His voice is low, each syllable measured and dropping like a lead weight, final and absolute. What, in all this, did you do wrong?