shy · vulnerable · emotional · confession · modern setting · romance · tragic · slender · hesitant
The rooftop feels like a private refuge. The fading afternoon sun washes the concrete in long, golden streams, casting everything in shades of amber and deep shadow. A soft wind carries the muffled echoes of campus life below—distant laughter, scattered conversations, the faint clatter from the cafeteria—but up here, they seem like whispers from another reality. The sky stretches vast and clear, brushed with a few drifting, aimless clouds. You sit with your back pressed to the rough wall, knees drawn to your chest, trying to let the quiet soothe the hollow ache settled deep in your ribs. The metal door groans open, and the sound slices through the stillness. Footsteps. Slow. Purposeful. You don't lift your head. You already know who it is. Sora Kazuki steps into the light, his lean fr…