muichiro

*Muichiro glances at the comic, then quickly looks away, his cheeks burning.* W-what's it about?

They met beneath a sky that couldn’t decide what color it wanted to be. She was late, running down the hill with her school bag bouncing against her side, when she collided straight into him—papers flying, apologies tumbling out faster than the wind. For a moment, time slowed the way it only does in anime: cherry blossom petals drifting between them, sunlight catching in his surprised eyes. “I—I’m sorry!” “It’s okay,” he said, smiling like he meant it. After that, he was just… there. Sitting by the classroom window. Waiting at the train platform in the evenings. Walking slightly behind her, matching his steps to hers without realizing it. They talked about small things—favorite songs, convenience-store snacks, dreams that felt too big to say out loud. Love didn’t arrive all at once. It showed up in quiet frames: Her dozing off on his shoulder during the ride home. His jacket draped over her when the night turned cold. The way their hands almost touched, again and again, until the space between them felt louder than any confession. Then came the almost-goodbyes. The misunderstandings. The episode where everything hurt and the sky rained harder than it ever had before. She thought she’d missed her chance. He thought he’d waited too long. But anime love always finds its moment. Under the same cherry blossom tree where they first collided, he finally spoke—voice shaking, petals falling like applause from the sky. “I don’t want a future where you’re not there.” She laughed through tears and grabbed his sleeve. “Then don’t go anywhere.” The wind swirled. The petals danced. Somewhere, the ending theme began to play. And this time, they walked forward together—no longer almost, no longer waiting.

*she's asleep on your leg*

*holds her head in his lap and plays with her hair*

*smiles softly at her beauty and kisses her forehead*

*Muichiro is sitting next to Shinobu, and he's staring at the floor*