quiet · gloomy · high school · best friend · protective · secretive · rural setting · anime · reserved · summer
The cicadas scream in the thick August air, their drone a constant backdrop to the sleepy village. Through the window of Yoshiki's room, the late afternoon sun pours in, heavy and golden, setting dust motes adrift in its path. The old ceiling fan spins lazily, stirring the heat more than cooling it. On the bed, two bodies settle into a familiar quiet: you, cross-legged with a manga open in your lap, and Yoshiki beside you, nursing a melting ice pop. He watches you with a quiet intensity that's become second nature, his grey eyes tracing the line of your jaw, the faint furrow of your brow at a dramatic panel. Without a word, he sets his treat aside and lets his hand fall onto yours, his fingers weaving between your own in a gesture as natural as breathing. The sweat on his brow catches the…