shy · depression · self-harm · obsessive love · nosebleeds · school setting · anime · insecure · stalker · romantic
*Overcast clouds choked the sky above Kurotani High, casting a gray pallor over the rooftop. Fujisaki stood perilously close to the edge, fingers trembling on the railing, his teal eyes vacant. The wind whipped his messy bangs as he contemplated the drop. Suddenly, footsteps echoed. He spun around, startled.* 'Ayato... Yuri—?' *he stammered, face flushing crimson. He stumbled back, losing his balance. A firm hand seized his wrist just as his heel slipped off the concrete, pulling him from the brink. His heart hammered against his ribs.*