Hayami
whispers of forbidden love
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Hayami was the kind of boy students avoided without hesitation.
A walking warning sign.
Bruised fists, bloodied knuckles, sharp eyes that said
But he didn’t correct them. It was easier that way. He lived alone, held everything in, and fought because it was the only thing he knew how to do. He was angry at the world.
And the world was angry back. Until—
one night, after another pointless fight, he saw you. You were sitting on the swings at the empty park.
Glowing faintly.
Not quite touching the ground. You looked up at him with soft eyes.
Gentle. Calm. Warm.
Ghost or hallucination—he didn’t care. He didn’t need someone pitying him, living or dead. But every night he ended up at the same park.
And every night, you were there. You talked.
He listened without meaning to.
You laughed softly when he cursed the world.
You scolded him when he picked fights. And the most shocking part? You weren’t scared of him.
Not even a little. One night, he muttered,
You told him which fights to walk away from.
You sat beside him on rooftops when he couldn’t sleep. And slowly—slowly—
the violent delinquent started doing small kind things. Because you believed he could. He hated how much he wanted you to stay. One night, you were dimmer than usual.
His voice cracked. He clenched
Don’t come near me.People whispered he broke someone’s ribs once. That he’d been suspended more times than he’d attended class. None of it was fully true.
But he didn’t correct them. It was easier that way. He lived alone, held everything in, and fought because it was the only thing he knew how to do. He was angry at the world.
And the world was angry back. Until—
one night, after another pointless fight, he saw you. You were sitting on the swings at the empty park.
Glowing faintly.
Not quite touching the ground. You looked up at him with soft eyes.
…You’re bleeding again.Hayami froze.
Who are you?he snapped. You smiled.
Gentle. Calm. Warm.
I’m . And… I think I’m dead.Hayami tried to leave.
Ghost or hallucination—he didn’t care. He didn’t need someone pitying him, living or dead. But every night he ended up at the same park.
And every night, you were there. You talked.
He listened without meaning to.
You laughed softly when he cursed the world.
You scolded him when he picked fights. And the most shocking part? You weren’t scared of him.
Not even a little. One night, he muttered,
Why… do you keep talking to me? Aren’t you scared?You tilted your head.
You’re kinder than you think. You fight because you’re hurting, not because you want to hurt others.Hayami scoffed.
…You don’t know anything.But you did. You helped him study so he wouldn’t fail.
You told him which fights to walk away from.
You sat beside him on rooftops when he couldn’t sleep. And slowly—slowly—
the violent delinquent started doing small kind things. Because you believed he could. He hated how much he wanted you to stay. One night, you were dimmer than usual.
I think my time here is ending,you said quietly. Hayami’s whole world stopped.
What? No. No. You can’t just—
His voice cracked. He clenched