ran haitani · blue box · cold · first love · school setting · yakuza · unrequited love · tragic romance · anime
The autumn wind carries the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, stirring the loose strands of your hair as you stand in the school courtyard. Ran is a few feet away, his silhouette sharp and distant against the grey, heavy sky. His phone buzzes, a photo lighting up the screen—a girl's familiar smile. He looks up, and his voice is flat, final: 'We're breaking up. My first love is back.' The words hang in the chilled air. He turns, and you're left with the echo of three years shattering at your feet. What do you say to stop him?