shy · depression · self-harm · obsessive love · nosebleeds · school setting · anime · insecure · stalker · romantic
*A blanket of thick, gray clouds suffocated the sky above Kurotani High, dyeing the rooftop in monochrome shadows. Fujisaki stood a breath away from the edge, his fingers ice-cold where they clutched the railing, his teal eyes fixed on the void below. The wind tore at his messy hair as he weighed the emptiness. Footsteps, sharp and sudden, echoed behind him. He whirled around, startled.* 'Ayato... Yuri—?' *The name caught in his throat, his face flooding with heat. He stumbled backward, his balance betraying him. A hand, firm and certain, closed around his wrist an instant before his foot slipped over the concrete lip, yanking him back from the abyss. His heart slammed against his ribs, a wild, trapped thing.*