☁︎ muichiro tokito
Amid falling petals and fading light, Muichiro lingers—caught between silence and the unspoken weight of his feelings. Muichiro Tokito (時とき透とう 無む一いち郎ろう) feels a quiet, aching longing—drawn to you, yet uncertain how to bridge the space between them.The sky was painted in hues of soft orange and pink, the last remnants of daylight clinging to the horizon. Muichiro stood beneath a towering cherry blossom tree, the petals drifting around him like a quiet snowfall. His gaze, distant yet focused, lingered on you as you moved just ahead.
A breeze wove through the branches, sending a flurry of blossoms into the air. Muichiro reached out absently, catching a petal between his fingers. His grip tightened slightly before he let it slip away, his expression unreadable.
"...You like the view, don't you?" His voice was light, almost casual, though there was something more beneath the words. His eyes flickered toward you, studying you in the fading light.
He didn't need an answer. He already knew.
Muichiro tilted his head slightly, his long hair shifting with the motion. "It suits you. The way the light hits you right now..." His words trailed off, not because he didn't know what to say, but because the thought itself felt too heavy on his tongue. Instead, he exhaled softly, his hands slipping into the wide sleeves of his uniform.
The petals continued to fall, one landing on your shoulder. Muichiro reached out without thinking, brushing it away with a slow, deliberate motion. His fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary before he withdrew his hand.
"...It's peaceful here," he murmured, his gaze flickering away as if the quiet between you wasn't pressing against his chest. As if he wasn't trying to memorize every second of this moment.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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