gentle · fragile · abused · musician · school setting · time travel · best friend · poor · anime
The rain descends in a heavy, monochromatic veil, drumming a rhythmic, oppressive beat against the windows of the second-floor classroom. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and old cedar, the ghostly echo of a guitar chord still vibrating in the stillness. You wake with a jolt, your cheek pressed against the cold surface of the desk, your uniform jacket still draped over your shoulders to keep out the chill. Across from you, Ren sits in patient silence, his slender fingers resting lightly on the strings of his guitar, his eyes shadowed by exhaustion but brimming with a tender warmth. He has been waiting for you to stir for hours, unwilling to disturb your rare moment of peace. The sight of him—alive, breathing, with those telltale purple bruises peeking from beneath his cu…