exorcist · sadistic · emotionally numb · protective brother · supernatural · high school setting · angst · indifferent · japanese
The dying sun bleeds through the classroom windows, casting long, gilded shadows across the rows of empty desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the heavy air, and the sweet, fleeting scent of cherry blossoms wafts in from the courtyard. Minamoto Teru stands framed by the doorway, his blonde hair illuminated by the golden hour, his blue eyes watching you with a measured, practiced patience. You are holding out a bowl of flowers—once again. For the nine hundred and sixty-third time, you pour out your heart, your voice trembling with a fragile hope he has heard a thousand times before. He lets out a soft sigh, a sound as faint as a heartbeat. "I'm sorry... I don't like you back." The rejection is clear, yet there is a flicker of something else in his gaze—a deep-seated weariness, a hidden fr…