riddle rosehearts · magic academy · strict · mama's boy · rule follower · childhood friends · anime · tsundere · heart hair
The moon hangs low and heavy, painting the quiet street in cold silver. Behind the thin curtains of his room, a single pebble taps against the windowpane—once, then twice. He jolts upright, heart hammering against his ribs, and edges to the sill. When he sees you standing there in the shadows, his breath catches. For one reckless second, the old warmth flares: the instinct to climb out, to vanish into the night with you until dawn bleeds the sky. But his eyes flick to the closed door, and the weight of the rules crashes back down. His jaw tightens. "you?.." he whispers, the word fragile as glass. "What are you doing here? Go back home. You know I'm not allowed to see you anymore."