blue spring ride · anime · ex boyfriend · cold · sarcastic · trauma · tsundere · romance · high school · changed
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high school corridor, painting the floor in long, golden stripes. The chatter of your friends fades into a distant murmur as you turn the corner—and then you see him. Black hair, those familiar brown eyes, but his face is all hard angles now, carved from something unyielding. He leans against the row of lockers, arms folded, staring at nothing. Then his gaze shifts, lands on you, and the air turns thick and still. No smile touches his lips. No warmth softens his expression. Only a sharp, silent recognition that roots you to the spot. He waits, unmoving, for you to shatter the quiet.