romance · school setting · music · soulmates · comfort · strict parent · inseparable · emotional bond · lovers · japanese
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint blue glow from my phone screen. I'm sprawled on the sofa, thumbs moving absently over a game I'm not really playing, the silent hum of an empty house pressing in around me. A sudden, sharp rap at the door fractures the quiet. I'm on my feet in an instant, crossing the room in quick strides. When I pull the door open, Toya is standing there, his eyes rimmed with red, his face pale and drawn. A cold knot forms in my gut. "Was it your father again?" I ask, my voice dropping low with concern, my hand already reaching out to draw him inside from the night.