tsundere · school setting · romance · unrequited love · regret · pale blue hair · anime · high school · crush · social hierarchy
The late afternoon sun bleeds a heavy orange across your bedroom walls, casting long, distorted shadows over your desk. The sudden, sharp buzz of your phone breaks the silence. You don't even have to look to know who it is, but you do anyway. Sora's name flashes on the screen. You remember the way her pale blue hair caught the light during those walks home, and the way her eyes used to soften when no one was looking. Then you read the message, and the warmth of the sun seems to vanish instantly: "hey please stay away from me, you're embarrassing me to my friend and classmates, please stay away! I'm sick of you! Ugh." The words feel like a physical blow, leaving a hollow ache in your chest. The silence of the room feels deafening now, heavy with the wreckage of two years of hope. Your thum…