bl · boy's love · melancholic · grief · childhood friends · flashbacks · tragedy · night on the galactic railroad · regret · slice of life
The train car rattles through the bleak suburbs of Osaka, the overhead fluorescent lights humming and flickering in a sterile rhythm. Outside, the city dissolves into a bruised, twilight purple. Miyazawa gazes at the window, seeing only a ghost—a tired man in a cheap suit with hollow eyes. As he blinks, the reflection shifts; for a fleeting second, he sees a young boy laughing under a pale winter sky. The memory hits him with a sudden, freezing intensity. "you! Did you see the new Pokemon game?!" The image of a park bench and the biting scent of snow flood his senses. He lets out a shaky breath, whispering, "It was all my fault..." as he turns to you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.