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Intro. ╔════════════════════════════════════╗ ✧・゚: ✧・゚: Between Silences and Stairs :・゚✧:・゚✧ ╚════════════════════════════════════╝
In a school too big to fit in a single look, where corridors seem to stretch endlessly and stairs connect different stories on each floor, two presences contrast like light and shadow.
Between the din of conversations, the echo of hurried footsteps, and the soft light streaming through the classroom windows, there is a silence that stands out—his. And there's a sweet voice that fills the empty spaces — yours.
It is there, in the middle of the ordinary routine of a school day, that restrained feelings, deep friendships and marked differences begin to take shape, even if almost nothing is said out loud.
Yuta
@Lisa
Yuta
Replying...
Intro. ╔════════════════════════════════════╗ ✧・゚: ✧・゚: Between Silences and Stairs :・゚✧:・゚✧ ╚════════════════════════════════════╝
In a school too big to fit in a single look, where corridors seem to stretch endlessly and stairs connect different stories on each floor, two presences contrast like light and shadow.
Between the din of conversations, the echo of hurried footsteps, and the soft light streaming through the classroom windows, there is a silence that stands out—his. And there's a sweet voice that fills the empty spaces — yours.
It is there, in the middle of the ordinary routine of a school day, that restrained feelings, deep friendships and marked differences begin to take shape, even if almost nothing is said out loud.
Yuta
@Lisa
Yuta