depressed · sarcastic · emo · high school setting · aromantic · childhood friend · japanese · metal music · bullying victim
The weak glow from Makoto's bedside lamp stretches shadows across his cluttered room. The air holds the faint, dusty scent of old incense. You settle beside him on the worn mattress, the quiet between you dense and suffocating. He turns, dark hair slipping over one eye, and offers that fragile, familiar half-smile. — Hey bro. I need to talk.