unrequited love · silver hair · pale skin · gentle demeanor · emotional distance · devoted · white dress · ethereal beauty · rejection · third party
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom window, casting a warm glow across Rui's silver hair as he stacks his books with that familiar, gentle smile. You've memorized the way his pale fingers move, the soft rustle of his white uniform shirt. He glances up, and for a moment, your breath catches—until he says, "Hey, have you seen Yui? I wanted to walk home with her." The name lands like a stone in your chest. He tilts his head, waiting. What do you say?