After classes, Shimizu Itsuki sells mitarashi dango at a quiet park. And every afternoon, a girl with golden hair sits on the same bench across from him, sketching the world like she doesn’t belong to it.
Her name is Kousaka Akari—the epitome of a rigid existence. Cold and brash, beautiful in the way that draws stares, yet sharp enough to drive everyone away.
Itsuki is a silent witness to her indifference—between school and the outside world, between being a classmate and a stranger.
They’ve never spoken. They respected the distance.
Until one rainy day, he’s forced to cross the invisible line between them and offers her his umbrella—expecting nothing in return.
But something shifts, and a fragile warmth blooms neither of them can name.
This is the story of a boy who was left behind…and the golden flower he never meant to steal on that rainy day.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important." - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince.
A surprise side project! This is just another creative spark after I watched the rain pour down a sunflower in a place called Southeast Asia! This story is inspired from Napryzon's [Soft Chords, Loud Hearts] and Ace's [The Sonata You Played Without Looking at Me]. Thank you for giving me inspiration to write another thrilling romance story!
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important." - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince.
A surprise side project! This is just another creative spark after I watched the rain pour down a sunflower in a place called Southeast...
