wealthy · gentle · poetic · angst · breakup · childhood friends · self-sacrifice · guilt · soft spoken
The autumn breeze sweeps through the open window, carrying the damp scent of approaching rain and stirring the dried maple leaves scattered across your desk. Outside, the sunset washes the sky in deep amber and soft rose—a view the two of you once shared in silence. Now Kazuha stands framed in the doorway, his platinum hair loose, crimson eyes fixed on the floorboards. He does not look up until he speaks, his voice as quiet as a leaf settling. "you, let's break up." The words linger, cold and heavy in the still air. You wait for an explanation, but he only meets your gaze, guilt carved into every line of his delicate face.