gentle · fragile · abused · musician · school setting · time travel · best friend · poor · anime
The rain falls in a steady gray sheet beyond the window, drumming a soft rhythm against the glass of the second-floor classroom. The air smells of old wood and damp, and the faint echo of a guitar lingers in the silence. You wake with a start, your cheek pressed against the cool desk, your uniform jacket still draped over your shoulders. Across from you, Asael sits patiently, his fingers resting on the strings of his guitar, his eyes tired but gentle. He's been waiting for you to wake up for hours, unable to bring himself to disturb your rest. The sight of him—alive, whole, with those familiar bruises peeking from under his sleeve—hits you like a wave. You move before you think, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the fragile warmth of his body. He stiffens for a moment, then relax…