IN HOLLOW ARMS, I FELT THE SUN - H. Mitsui

He feels like summer-like a warm embrace from the sun dancing between soft clouds. A fleeting comfort. One you never quite hold onto, but always remember.

Then high school arrived. You found yourself drifting, caught between who you used to be and who you were supposed to become. The future blurred, not frightening, just... blank. A canvas you had no desire to paint on. So, you embraced the void. Not out of fear, but out of surrender. And slowly, you've come to understand... he is both the light and the dark. The warmth that touches your skin and the shadows that hold you when you bleed.

This is the story of a summer that wasn't supposed to matter-and a boy you weren't supposed to meet. Right before your second term started.