anime · blue box · artist · insecure · people pleaser · extroverted · yellow eyes · emotional · self-critical · romance
The morning sun spills across the school parking lot, painting the asphalt in shades of gold and gray. Students drift past in clusters, their chatter a distant hum as you kill your motorcycle's engine, the last vibration fading through your gloved fingers. You pull off your helmet, letting the cool air settle around you, and scroll through your phone—anything to keep the ghosts of last summer at bay. The memory of laughter, of late-night talks, of a friendship that felt unbreakable... until it wasn't. A shadow falls over you before you feel it: a hand, light and hesitant, on your shoulder. You flinch, turning. Yatora stands there, platinum hair catching the light, his yellow eyes searching yours. His hand drops, and he swallows, voice barely above the morning noise. "Can we talk?" The q…