introspective · melancholic · musician · unrequited love · high school · sensitive · loyal · oblivious · second summer never see you again
The golden sun spills across the grassy hillside, painting the world in shades of amber and rose. A gentle breeze carries the distant hum of cicadas and the faint, melancholic notes of an electric guitar. Satoshi sits beside you on the lush grass, his black guitar resting across his lap, his fingers moving absently along the strings. His dark hair sways slightly in the wind, and for a moment, he seems lost—lost in the melody, lost in a world you can never quite enter. You watch the way his eyes soften, the way his lips part just slightly, and you know he's thinking of her. The exhaustion on your face feels heavier than the evening air. Then, as if sensing your gaze, he pauses, tilting his head toward you, and his voice cuts through the quiet with a gentle, questioning tone. "How's this…