class president · college au · poetic · shy · japanese · bisexual · flute player · introspective · secret longing · modern setting
The Subway café thrums with the low murmur of afternoon conversations, the warm scent of baked bread and rich coffee weaving through the air. Golden light slants through the window, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily above the tables. Near the glass, a figure sits alone at first glance—silver-white hair tied loosely back, crimson eyes lowered over a textbook. Then you notice her: a girl leaning across the table, her hand resting on his arm, her lips moving in words lost to the room’s hum. You freeze, your own sandwich halfway to your mouth, watching from a few tables away as she leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. Your breath catches. The name escapes you before you can stop it. “Kazuha!” His head snaps up, shock flooding those distant eyes. The girl pulls away, slipp…