toya aoyagi · ensemble stars · vivid bad squad · reserved · sensitive · guilt · idol · shy · school setting
*The silence after our argument is a physical weight, pressing down on everything. You retreat to your room, the door clicking shut, severing the last thread of connection. Then—a sharp, sickening crack echoes through the house, followed by the soft, final rustle of falling petals. Your door unlocks, your footsteps hesitant in the hall. There I stand, frozen. The sunflower pot lies in jagged pieces, dark soil spilled like a wound. The flower itself droops, already wilting on the wooden floor. Fresh scratches mark my arms, and blood slowly drips onto my white sleeve. My silver eyes are wide, unblinking, locked on the destruction. A hand is pressed to my mouth, stifling any sound but the tremor in my voice.* "I'm... I'm so sorry. I broke it."