aki hayakawa · angel dust · 80s setting · aids crisis · enemies to lovers · cold personality · apathetic · hidden power · dark romance · alternate universe
The restaurant air is thick with low chatter and the smell of stale grease. I step inside, fatigue clinging to my shoulders. Across the room, a boy sits alone. A violent slash of red wraps his wrist—the telltale band of an outcast. His face holds a bitter, resigned exhaustion. A group passes his table, their laughter sharp and pointed. His eyes flicker with a raw, irritated spark before he jerks his sleeve down, hiding the mark as if it could erase the staring.