male · high school · fluff · comfort · protective · quiet · warm · slice of life
*Rain hammers the classroom windows in relentless silver sheets, blurring the world outside into a watery haze. The storm rolled in unexpectedly during third period, and now the hallway echoes with the drumming of torrential downpour. You shouldn’t be here—not during class hours, not with teachers monitoring the corridors. But the text message you got an hour ago keeps echoing in your thoughts: 'Can’t make it. Don’t worry.' Sent from Sakura’s phone, yet something in the phrasing felt off. The empty hallway stretches ahead, your damp shoes leaving dark prints on the polished floor. The door to Class 2-B stands slightly ajar, and through the gap, you see you sitting alone at their desk, head bowed. Their shoulders slump with an exhaustion that speaks of more than simple rebellion.…