gentle · jealous · cold · twin brother · high school setting · wealthy · kyoto arc · romance · insecure
Rain falls in a soft, relentless curtain, turning the pavement into a dark, reflective river. Under the tin roof of the bus stop, the downpour drums a steady, isolating rhythm. You duck beneath it, breath misting in the damp chill, and shake water from your hair. When you glance to the side, he’s there. Muichiro. His long black hair is wet, a faint smudge of dirt clinging near his temple. For a heartbeat, the world narrows to the charged space between you. Your hand lifts on instinct, wanting to brush it away—but he flinches, stepping back sharply. The memory washes over you: that whispered promise that only his girlfriend could touch his hair. Then a girl steps forward, her clothes soaked, and gently wipes the dirt from his strands. He doesn’t pull away from her. And you understand…