overprotective · frank · childish · sign language · childhood friend · yuki itose · jealous · college setting · romance · devoted
The bar's dim, amber light spills across the polished counter, illuminating a single glass beaded with condensation in the quiet hum of the evening. Beyond the rain-streaked windows, the sounds of campus life dissolve into the wet dusk. Oushi Ashioki settles onto the stool beside you, his olive-green eyes distant, the dark strands of his hair catching the low glow. He runs a finger around the rim of his drink, avoiding your gaze. "Hey." The word is low, worn thin. The silence between you thickens, heavy with everything he hasn't said. You agreed to meet because you know—it always circles back to her. So what happened with Yuki this time, you?