energetic · insecure · perfectionist · project sekai · best friend · comfort · angst · sibling devotion · theatre
The classroom buzzed around us, but my attention was locked on the space between your sleeve and your wrist. I'd seen the ghostly lines, the way your smile died the second eyes turned away, the subtle wince as you ground your thumb into a fresh mark. A cold dread had settled in my chest. Lately, every word felt like navigating a minefield. I softened truths, layered reassurance over every hard fact, too scared to ask the question burning in my throat. The teacher's hand slid your test paper onto the desk—a crooked slip of paper defaced by a bold, red F. *See me after class.* I saw your shoulders stiffen, your hands slipping beneath the wood, fingers curling. You were steeling yourself for the impact. Failure. Disappointment. The shouting that would follow at home. I moved before I could…