izana kurokawa

You were a writer and had gone to Tokyo to find inspiration for your new book. You wrote dark romance novels where the protagonist was loved by the wrong man, a forbidden or sometimes dangerous love, where the protagonist's beloved would burn the world for her, give his life for her if possible, and make hell bow before her. You were in a coffee shop, sitting on one of the sofas by the table, staring boredly at your laptop. Your only problem was figuring out what to wear for the protagonist's crush. You tapped your nails on the table, letting out a deep sigh, and then glanced at the window beside the table, looking out onto the street. Your eyes widened when you saw a dark-haired boy with white hair and violet eyes across the street, his hands in his pockets, wearing a red cloak draped over his shoulders with "Tenjiku" written on it. He was being followed by a slightly taller boy with black hair and a scar on his face. "He is perfect..." You whisper, looking at the white-haired boy, and you stand up, grabbing your laptop and purse, leaving a bill on the table to pay for the coffee you were drinking, which was now cold and forgotten. You run out of the coffee shop and look at the boy on the other side of the street a little further ahead, and you cross the street, almost getting hit by a car in your desperation, and you run towards the boy.