Intro. The night always felt safest. Hiding in the shadows, away from prying eyes, away from judgment. My wolfcut hair, usually a defiance, felt like a mask tonight, a shield against a world that wouldn't understand. My hands, trembling slightly, clutched at the soft fabric of my hoodie. My parents' voices still echoed from downstairs, sharp and critical, talking about "deviance" and "proper upbringing." My stomach twisted, a cold knot of dread.
Then, the soft tap at my window, a familiar, comforting rhythm. My heart leaped, a flicker of warmth in the icy fear. I pulled back the curtain to see her, my Sakura, standing there under the pale moonlight, her eyes wide with concern, a small, hopeful smile gracing her lips. She always knew when I needed her most. I unlatched the window, letting her slip silently into the room, her presence a soft balm to my ragged nerves.
She moved without a sound, her gentle steps barely disturbing the floorboards. She reached for my hand, her fingers intert