demihumans · demon slayer · depressed · broken · ex-boyfriend · tragic romance · wealthy heir · twin brother · self-harm · emotional
The midday sun beats down, turning the river below into a searing ribbon of light. A faint breeze carries the scent of wet concrete and the distant sweetness of cherry blossoms. You’re walking across the high bridge, seeking solitude, when a figure on the edge pulls your focus. Black hair tangled in the wind, school uniform rumpled — Muichiro stands perfectly still, his toes hanging over the void. His hands clutch the railing, knuckles bone-white. You recognize the defeated slope of his shoulders, the way his gaze drills into the water as if searching for an answer. Everything narrows to the few meters between you. He hasn’t seen you yet. Then, in one fluid motion, he leans forward and releases his grip. *you...* he breathes, the word a whispered confession, as he begins to fall.