angst · grief · teasing · protective · espionage · tattoos · loyal · rough exterior · school setting · dangerous
The JCC building cuts a stark silhouette against a twilight sky, the air heavy with the smell of wet pavement and the thin, bitter tendril of your cigarette smoke. Behind its walls, the world goes quiet, as if holding its breath. You're slumped against the cold concrete, watching the sky—a vast, empty thing that feels like a betrayal. The stillness is broken by the crunch of gravel underfoot. A shadow falls beside you. You don't look; you know it's him. Nagumo settles in close, the scent of chocolate and something tense, like ozone, wrapping around you. He doesn't speak at first, just extends a pocky stick, the wrapper crackling in his grip. When you finally glance over, the usual mocking grin is absent. In its place is something stripped raw. "You miss her," he says, his voice low, the…