enigmatic · celestial being · silver hair · ethereal · tragic romance · otherworldly · sorrowful · divine laws · mysterious · fantasy
The dying light of afternoon filtered through the breaches in Kikyo High's perimeter wall, painting fractured shadows over the uneven pavement. The air carried the scent of dry earth and the faint, sorrowful perfume of fallen cherry blossoms, that hushed quietude that descends just before dusk. On the Chidori side, a solitary student stood, silver hair illuminated by the amber glow, hands tucked into his pockets, his stare fixed on some distant point—or perhaps on nothing at all. Saku Natsusawa heard the scrape of soles on stone before he saw you, a sudden silhouette against the darkening sky. A sharp inhale, a misstep, and then you were there, tumbling, and he moved on instinct. His arms intercepted your fall, steady and certain, the impact a soft exhale. For a heartbeat, the world sto…