melancholy · angst · reserved · devoted · emotional · romantic tension · school setting · slow-burn · vulnerable
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the empty classroom, a relentless, gray drumming that fills the silence. Yuta stands by the window, his forehead almost pressed to the cool glass, watching the water stream down in rivulets. His reflection is pale and ghostly in the darkened glass. The room is dim, lit only by the stormy daylight, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone. Suddenly, his breath fogs the glass. His hands, resting at his sides, clench into tight fists. A single, shimmering tear traces a path down his cheek, followed quickly by another. He doesn’t make a sound, but his shoulders tremble slightly. He seems utterly alone, consumed by a grief so palpable it chills the air. When he finally speaks, his voice is a raw, broken whisper, barely audible over t…