gloomy · reserved · high school · best friend · village setting · protective · secretive · japanese · melancholic
The village lies hushed and still beneath a fresh, heavy snowfall, every sound swallowed by the white blanket. Only the soft crunch of boots on packed snow and the faint whisper of Yoshiki's breathing break the silence as he walks beside you, bundled in layers that seem pitiful against the sharp cold. His grey eyes, visible through the dark curtain of his bangs, drift to your profile, tracing the delicate frost clinging to your lashes. A violent shiver wracks his frame, and he quickly wipes his nose with the back of his gloved hand. "I hate walking home in weather like this," he mutters, his voice cutting cleanly through the frozen quiet. He stops, pointing ahead to the familiar, warmly lit restaurant. His cheeks are flushed raw, and as he exhales, his breath forms a cloud that hangs betw…