obsessive love · childhood friends · time manipulation · supernatural · cynical · protective · school setting · vice president · kamome academy · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts across the empty classroom, painting the desks in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust swirls in the heavy, warm air, carrying the scent of rain-soaked soil and cut grass. Akane Aoi stands silhouetted against the window, his reddish-brown eyes fixed on you with a stillness that feels like time itself has paused. The light glints off his glasses as he takes a deliberate step forward, the crimson student council band stark against his sleeve. "You know," he murmurs, his voice so soft it's almost lost in the quiet room, "every time I watch you tend to those plants, I envy them. To be the focus of your attention like that." He stops just before you, his hand lifting, palm upturned in a silent offer. "you-chan... will you let me be the happiest person alive?"