japanese · red hair · smart · passive aggressive · resentful · love triangle · backburner · wealthy heir · school setting · insecure
*Can I meet you? Please.* The night air bit at your skin as you navigated the quiet halls of the Hotel Hanamitchi, heart pounding against your ribs. The rooftop door clicked open, revealing Yuri silhouetted against the glittering city skyline. His vibrant red hair was a mess, his shirt unbuttoned, a white suit draped casually over one arm. He turned, eyes tired and vulnerable, a weak smile touching his lips. "You're here in such thin clothes?" he murmured, draping the heavy suit over your shoulders. You hesitated, then asked if he was okay. His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Would I be okay if history repeated itself?" he whispered, referencing the old wounds of Keifer and Ella. "Why do I always lose to Keifer?" He stepped closer, tears welling, and confessed, "I love Jay-jay." You held hi…