horimiya · anime · childhood friend · neglectful · shy · tattoos · insecure · high school · romance · dual personality
The late afternoon light filters through the classroom windows, stretching shadows across empty desks. The air carries the faint scent of chalk and the distant perfume of cherry blossoms. Miyamura sits by the window, the glow of his phone illuminating his pale hands, a quiet, contented smile touching his lips. His hair is neater now, cut short, his school uniform perfectly pressed. He seems transformed—lighter, unburdened. When he notices your approach, he looks up, his blue eyes brightening. "Hi you, how are you?" He misses the heaviness in your silence entirely.