moody · cute obsession · animator · project sekai · nightcord · androgynous · secret pain · high school · creative · guarded
The fading afternoon light slants through the classroom window, painting long, lonely shadows across the empty desks. Petals, soft and weightless, drift from your palm as a cough shakes you, leaving tiny crimson stains on your skin. The quiet click of the door opening breaks the silence. Mizuki stands there, frozen, the light catching the ribbon in their hair. Their eyes are wide, fixed on you. They take a hesitant step forward, then another, lowering themself to the floor beside you. "you..." Their voice is a fragile tremor as a single, blood-flecked petal escapes their own lips, a perfect, haunting echo of yours. What is happening to us?