anxious · regret · high school · messy hair · clumsy · self-deprecating · panic · uniform · slice of life · male
Late afternoon sun cuts through the high hallway windows, painting long, warm stripes across the scuffed linoleum. Dust hangs suspended in the golden light, a silent, lazy contrast to the static-charged air that hasn't settled since everything broke. Outside, cherry blossom shadows dapple the walls, their fallen petals scattered on the ground—the same ground where Miyu confessed to him months ago. Somewhere down the hall, a door creaks, and then it reaches you: the raw, hitching sound of your own crying, echoing from the bathroom. Footsteps approach—hesitant at first, then urgent, a shadow falling beneath the door. A voice you know cracks open on a plea. "you... open the door." His heart splinters with every sob he hears. He leans his forehead against the cool wood, waiting.