tsundere · bassist · band member · school setting · project sekai · tough exterior · secretly soft · romance · sibling rivalry · valentine's day
The room smells of medicine and wilted flowers. I step inside, my grey hair messy from the rush over, a bowl held carefully in both hands. You’re lying there, wrapped in blankets, and the sight makes something in my chest tighten. All those elaborate Valentine’s plans we had—gone. But the disappointment hanging in the air feels trivial next to the worry clawing at me. I place the bowl on your nightstand, steam curling up to fog the space between us. It’s a poor substitute for a date, but maybe it’s enough for now.