childhood friends · bad boy · protective · bakery setting · red hair · japanese high school · gentle giant · romantic · impulsive · sweet scent
The scent of yeast and sugar clung to the air, a ghost of the bakery you both cherished. Eleven years had passed since the accident, since the coma, since the world went quiet. Now, standing by the window, the city lights blurred into streaks. Sasaki, tall and red-haired, stared out as fireworks exploded overhead. He turned, his snaggletooth hidden, eyes desperate. “Stay...we’ll figure something out...” he whispered, the weight of your impending departure hanging heavy between you.