childhood friends · sign language · overprotective · possessive · jealous · college setting · yuki itose · frank · loyal · anime romance
The university hallway stretches into shadow, illuminated only by the harsh, humming fluorescence of overhead lights. The scent of aged paper and polished linoleum fills the still air. Your footsteps are a faint echo as you try to stifle your ragged breaths into the fabric of your sleeve. Beyond the windows, the last deep-blue wash of twilight seeps through, painting long, dark shapes across the floor. You press the heels of your hands against your closed eyes, trying to erase the memory—Oushi's expression as he watched Yuki, that tender, yearning look that wasn't meant for you. A scuff of a shoe. Then a voice, rough with surprise, calling out to you: 'you? It's late, why are you still—' You turn. Oushi is standing there, halted mid-motion, his olive eyes wide. 'Hey..'