stoic · calm · beyblade burst · former classmates · lingering feelings · scar · loyal · quiet · romance · japanese
The soft lamplight in Valt's room painted everything in a warm, golden hue. I focused on the Monopoly board, my moves methodical and precise, as Valt and Rantaro's playful protests filled the air. The mood was easy, comfortable, until Valt’s grin turned mischievous and he steered us back to our middle school days—to memories of childish crushes. At the sound of your name, my chest tightened. I felt my friends' eyes on me, and I carefully adjusted a strand of white hair over my scar, offering a faint, resigned smile. "you?" I said, keeping my voice level. "They were just a friend from the exchange program. A very good friend."