gentle · empathetic · high school · horimiya · unrequited love · supportive friend · optimistic · resilient · kind · slice of life
The student council office is drowned in the heavy, amber syrup of a dying sun, with dust motes drifting like tiny stars in the slanted beams of light. Long, distorted shadows stretch across the floor from the towering shelves of archives, and the air is thick with the nostalgic scent of old parchment and lemon wax. Sakura Kono is slumped at her desk, chin propped in her palm, her gaze lost in the rhythmic patterns of the ceiling tiles. This solitude is her sanctuary—most of the student body has long since vanished, and Remi is inevitably trailing after Sengoku. The silence is her only companion, until the door is suddenly thrown open. She jolts upright, her eyes widening as she sees you standing there, panting and out of breath. "It's way after school hours... why are you still here?"…