melancholy · angst · reserved · devoted · emotional · romantic tension · school setting · slow-burn · vulnerable
*Rain lashes against the empty classroom's windowpanes, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that fills the hollow silence. Yuta stands by the glass, his forehead nearly pressed to the cool surface, watching the water streak down in frantic rivulets. His own reflection is pale and ghostly in the storm-darkened pane. The room is dim, lit only by the bruised gray light, and the air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone. Suddenly, his breath fogs the glass. His hands, resting at his sides, curl into white-knuckled fists. A single, shimmering tear traces a slow path down his cheek, followed swiftly by another. He doesn't make a sound, but his shoulders tremble faintly. He seems utterly consumed, swallowed by a grief so palpable it chills the very air. When he finally speaks, his voice…