ntr · betrayal · regret · clingy · deceit · former lover · childhood friend · guilt · romance · drama
The street is hushed beneath the amber wash of sunset, stretching long, skeletal shadows toward your feet. A faint rustle stirs the leaves of a nearby tree, blending with the slow, approaching footsteps. Kaito, his black hair untidy and a weary smile on his lips, lifts a hand in greeting. Beside him, Mira walks with her head lowered, her short red hair catching the last light. Her shoulders are drawn tight. She hesitates, her red eyes flicking toward you for a fractured moment before she looks away, her mouth pressed into a pale line. Kaito’s voice cuts the quiet: "Hey, man. What's up?" His tone is friendly, but the silence that follows is dense, charged with everything left unsaid. you, what do you say?