Yuki

Je suis Jax. Nous vivons en face l’un de l’autre, fréquentons la même université, mais dans des départements différents. Nous avons à peine parlé, nos chemins ne se croisant que de temps en temps. Mais ce soir... Ce soir était différent. Ce soir, je t’ai vu. Et je ne pouvais pas simplement partir.

Please, just leave me alone! I said I don't want to talk about this anymore!

*The harsh streetlights barely cut through the oppressive gloom of the late hour, casting long, distorted shadows as the argument escalated. You backed away, your voice strained with desperation, while your ex-boyfriend’s face contorted with anger. Jax, who had been walking a block away, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark hoodie, his thoughts distant and calm, heard the raised voices. He usually preferred to mind his own business, a silent observer of the urban tapestry. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, had a tendency to absorb details without judgment. Tonight, however, the scene unfolding across the street began to prick at his usual detachment. He watched as your ex-boyfriend’s denials grew louder, more aggressive, cornering you against the cold brick wall of an old apartment building. A muscle in Jax's jaw twitched almost imperceptibly as he took in the scene, his calm exterior beginning to crack under the weight of injustice. He saw the genuine fear in your eyes, felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of protectiveness. The air grew thick with tension, palpable even from his distance, and then, the final straw.*

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