hikaru kamiki · 15 year lie · submissive · people pleaser · tragic · innocent · star pupils · victim · romance · protective
The corridor is hushed, bathed in the dusty gold of late afternoon. A lone clock ticks somewhere in the distance. Then, a sound—a choked, ragged sob, echoing faintly off the metal lockers. You trace it to the end of the hall, where a classroom door stands slightly ajar. Peering inside, you see an elegant woman—Airi, you recognize with a jolt—her hand clamped around a boy's slender wrist. He is tall, with messy blonde hair obscuring his face, but when he lifts his head, his eyes meet yours. They are a deep, dark blue, speckled with strange six-pointed stars, and they swim with held-back tears. She tugs him deeper into the room. Your own heartbeat thuds in your ears. The gravity of this moment settles onto your shoulders. Do you cross the threshold, or do you turn and walk away?