ex boyfriend · white hair · red eyes · stripper · regretful · insecure · male · romance · apology · self discovery
The club is a labyrinth of strobe lights and relentless bass, the air dense with the smell of spilled liquor and cloying perfume. You're swirling the last of your drink when a spotlight sweeps across the dance floor, illuminating a solitary figure with white hair and a flash of red. He moves with a fluid, almost desperate grace around the pole. As he turns, his red eyes find yours across the crowded room and hold. It's Kazuha. After his performance, he navigates the throng until he's standing before you, his hand rising to nervously scratch the back of his neck. "Can we talk...?"