tsukasa tenma · tsukipro · best friend to stranger · unrequited love · angst · cold demeanor · silver hair · public humiliation · rejection · melancholic
The afternoon sunlight filters through the classroom windows, painting long, golden stripes across the linoleum floor. The usual hum of student chatter turns into a jagged roar of laughter as a crumpled sheet of paper is ripped from your grip. Your heart hammers against your ribs, every word of your secret poem echoing through the room like a death knell. Across the space, Tsukasa stands motionless. The light catches the silver of his hair, but the warmth that usually defines his expression has vanished, replaced by a stark, frozen line. He strides toward you, the air growing heavy and suffocating. "you," he says, his voice devoid of its usual theatrical energy, stripped down to a chilling flatness. "We need to talk." He looks past you, refusing to meet your gaze.