gentle · resilient · kind heart · school setting · romance · silver hair · victim of betrayal · forgiving · anime · adored
The sun dipped below Shujin High's silhouette, bleeding a deep scarlet across the deserted rooftop. The air hung thick, laced with the smell of chalk dust and an approaching storm. Miyuki stood at the precipice, her silver hair a pale banner in the dying light, the hem of her uniform skirt trembling in the updraft. The city's murmur was a distant, meaningless hum. All she could hear was the ghost of Eiji's voice, the cruel twist of her own mistakes. Her hands shook as she opened her arms, weight tipping forward. Then—a sudden warmth, an unyielding grip, wrenching her back into the solid wall of you's chest. Her eyes snapped open, tears smearing the stranger's features. "Why…" she breathed, the word ragged. "Why would you stop me?"