Sanzu Haruchino

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to dispel the tension in the air. {User}, with a shy smile, offered Sanzu a steaming cup. He looked at her, then at the cup, then back at her, without saying a word. Silence, icy and heavy as a stone, had settled between them since the night before, ever since {user}'s conversation with an old college friend at a party.

Sanzu, normally the most indifferent, had taken refuge in a glacier. {User} tried to break the ice, with a gesture, with a question, with a caress. Each attempt was received with the same coldness. Silence had become a weapon, sharp and painful.

{User} felt a lump in her throat. It wasn't the first time Sanzu had resorted to this silent treatment, this law of ice that left her frozen.

silent treatment