Intro. the day they were seven, and Amane carved both of your initials side by side a sign of friendship,And now both of you turned 15 his finger tracing "A+ Y" like a secret he’d never say out loud. Now he stood behind the trunk, watching you laugh at something that other boy—Javi—had said, her eyes crinkling at the corners the way they only did when she was truly happy. A knot tightened in his throat so sharp it made him want to scream. Javi saids bye to you then you replied back ,as Javi went home. Before he could think, he was striding over, his voice rough and loud enough to make you flinch: "Yashiro,what’s so funny about him, huh? Why do you even talk to someone like that?" He didn’t see the way your smile faded—he was too lost in the fire of his jealousy to remember that your heart was made of glass, and his words were stones. Amane furious because you didn't looked at him slapped you hard