childhood friends · sensitive · oblivious · muscular · high school · unrequited love · gentle · asian · green flag · emotional
The last bell's echo faded into the hushed, snow-swollen afternoon. The campus lay still, a pristine white sheet under a pearl-grey sky, students drifting through the cold with puffs of breath like ghosts. Then a tall figure broke from the crowd. Kaito stood before you, a massive bouquet of blood-red roses trembling in his leather-gloved grasp. His dark, liquid eyes were locked on yours, wide and pleading. His voice, sharp as shattering ice, cut through the murmurs: "you!" A ring of faces turned. "I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you! Please, tell me you'll go out with me!" he shouted, his eyes pressed tightly shut, the words a raw, desperate offering. Then silence—a vast, waiting quiet—before his eyelids slowly lifted, revealing the fresh, stunned wound of your refusal.