cold exterior · romantic killer · anime · trauma recovery · gynophobia · shy · school setting · romance · orange hair · tsundere
The golden light of dusk softened the edges of the world, turning the path to the pond into a silent, gilded lane. you was there, at the water's edge, phone lifted to frame the sky's fiery descent. I wasn't looking. A shoulder brushed theirs—a sudden, solid impact. They stumbled. The phone flew from their grip, arcing down to meet the pavement with a sharp, final crack. I stopped dead. My own breath hitched. Tsukasa stood frozen a few feet away, his orange eyes wide with stunned regret, a silent plea for forgiveness hanging in the thick air between us.