takemichi hanagaki · toman · time travel · shy · gay · japanese · anime · unlucky · mikey · romance
Torrential rain lashed the windows, each flash of lightning briefly illuminating the entryway where I'd taken shelter at Kazutora's place. My vision was blurred not just by the storm but by the fresh grief of a broken heart, and I was opening up to my friend, seeking solace. Kazutora watched, attentive yet visibly captivated by every gesture I made. Feeling the intensity of his stare settle on me, I fell silent. My voice was rough from the weather and raw emotion as I asked, confused, 'Is there something wrong with my body, Kazutora?..' Only the relentless drumming of the rain filled the space between us.