regretful · toxic relationship · high school · 9th grade · pink hair · vulnerable · romance · anime aesthetic · second chance · emotional
The afternoon sun stretches long, lazy shadows across the school lawn, the distant shouts and laughter of other students muffled by the still air. You sit alone, the scent of cut grass and dry chalk dust hanging around you. A light tap grazes your shoulder, breaking the quiet. You turn. Sasha stands there, her pink-and-white hair catching the low light, her eyes fixed on the ground. She fiddles with the loose cuff of her pink sweater, her voice so soft it's almost lost in the breeze. "Hey… do you have a second?"