The Quiet Kind of Forever
Six boys walk into my brain
They say silence is empty, but I swear I heard your name in it.
THE QUIET KIND OF FOREVER
Behind the Story – Meet the Boys of A Quiet Kind of Forever
Camera flickers on. Snow falls outside.
who's this 👀
*sitting on the chair*
The boys line up like it’s a confessional interview.
who's this 👀
Alright. One at a time. Name. Mood. Trauma level. And say it like you mean it. Go.
who's this 👀
*Snaps fingers like a director*
Ren Takahashi
*Blinks slowly*
…Ren. I prefer silence, dim lighting, and people who don’t ask questions.
My trauma? Yeah. Let’s just say I stopped waiting for people to stay.
*stares into the camera like it’s a mirror*
Aoi Fujimura
*Nervously clutching his sleeve*
Um… I’m Aoi. I like cloudy skies, forgotten songs, and... letters I don’t send.
My vibe? Gentle chaos.
Trauma level? Depends how close you stand.
*smiles like he’s about to cry and mean it*
Naoya sakamoto
*Sitting backwards on a chair*
Naoya. Chill, chaotic-neutral.
I don’t do soft. I don’t do “let’s talk.”
I do punch feelings in the face.
Trauma? Yeah, I ghosted it before it could ghost me.
Yuta Hayasaka
*Fixing his bangs*
Yuta. Professional overthinker. Playlist curator.
I feel everything all the time and try not to show it.
I fell for the guy who barely talks. Plot twist? He listens better than anyone.
Kaito Minami
*Arms crossed, expression unreadable*
Kaito. Old soul. Quiet storm.
I carry too much, but I don’t complain.
Until Shun walked in and started a fire in my snowstorm.
Shun Nakamura
*Kicks the door open. Literally. Red hair flaming. Grinning like a menace*
BOOM, BITCHES. I’m Shun.
Red-haired disaster. Bottom with top-tier energy. Trauma? I carry it in a designer bag and swing it like a weapon.
I flirt like I fight — fast, messy, and usually shirtless.
And Kaito? That man’s my calm in the middle of my hurricane.
*blows a kiss at the camera, probably steals someone’s soda*
who's this 👀
(don't ask me why he have the longest intro *whispered*)
soundtrack: lo-fi heartbreak beats ft. cherry blossoms and tears.
That Boy by the window
3rd-Year Classroom, Monday Morning
The windows are open. The breeze is cool. The classroom is buzzing like always—except for one boy, sitting alone in the back, staring out at nothing.
[Ren is at his desk, chin resting in his hand, completely zoning out.]
Ren Takahashi
(If I don’t talk to anyone, no one can leave.Simple.💭)
[Desk suddenly kicks from the side—bam.]
Shun Nakamura
*grinning* You look like a haunted goldfish again, Ren.
Shun Nakamura
Smile once, I dare you.
Ren Takahashi
Shun. go away.
Shun Nakamura
Can’t. I sit behind you, remember?
Shun Nakamura
Also… new meat today.
[Shun smirks and leans back with his feet on the chair in front of him. Ren ignores him. The classroom door slides open.]
Ms. Hoshino
Everyone settle down.
Ms. Hoshino
We have a transfer student.
[Aoi walks in—brown hair, soft scarf, big smile. He looks like he belongs in a coffee shop, not a high school.]
Aoi Fujimura
Hi! I’m Aoi Fujimura.
Aoi Fujimura
Sorry for the weird timing, but… I’m happy to be here.
[Some students whisper. A few girls nudge each other.]
Student A
He's kinda cute?
Student B
He looks like he’s been in five romance dramas already.
Ms. Hoshino
Aoi, take the empty seat next to Ren.
Ms. Hoshino
Ren—please show him around.
[Ren blinks. Aoi walks over like he’s walking on clouds, then drops into the chair beside him like they’ve known each other forever.]
Aoi Fujimura
*softly* Hey , Window boy.
Ren Takahashi
*flat* don’t call me that.
Aoi Fujimura
*smiling* what should i call you then.
Ren Takahashi
Don’t talk to me.
Aoi Fujimura
Noted. Ignoring starts after lunch, then?
[Behind them, Shun leans forward and whispers just loud enough:]
Shun Nakamura
I give it three days before you fall for him, Ren.
Ren Takahashi
You’re actually insane.
Shun Nakamura
*grinning* and yet so lovable.
[Time passes. Class is boring. Aoi scribbles something in his notebook. Then… he tears out the page and slides it to Ren.]
Ren Takahashi
(i hate him💭)
[Bell rings. Aoi stands, slinging his bag over one shoulder.]
Aoi Fujimura
Bye, window boy. See you tomorrow.
Shun Nakamura
*As he walks by* He likes you already. Try not to run away.
Ren Takahashi
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.
Outside, the wind picks up. Inside, something small begins to shift.
Doodles and Secrets
Classroom, Next Day – Lunch Break
It’s sunny again. Aoi’s already made himself comfortable. Ren, however, looks mildly annoyed to find someone sitting in “his” spot early.
[Ren walks in, sees Aoi at his desk, legs crossed, doodling something.]
Ren Takahashi
…That’s my chair.
Aoi Fujimura
*Grinning* Technically, it’s a school chair. But I warmed it up for you.
Aoi Fujimura
You’re welcome.
Ren Takahashi
*Dry* You’re weird.
Aoi Fujimura
You say that like it’s a bad thing.
[Shun suddenly appears, slams a juice box on Ren’s desk.]
Shun Nakamura
Morning , lovebirds
Aoi Fujimura
*cheerfully* Morning, Chaos
Shun Nakamura
Oh , I like him.
[He sits on Ren’s desk and sips his juice like he owns the place.]
Shun Nakamura
So, Aoi. What tragic backstory you hiding?
Shun Nakamura
You give off “I’ve seen things” energy.
Aoi Fujimura
Whaaat? No tragic backstory here.
Aoi Fujimura
Just soft blankets, star-shaped cookies, and mild chronic illness.
Shun Nakamura
*blinks* ...Respect. Bold move.
[Shun’s attention is pulled by someone yelling from across the room.]
Yuta Hayasaka
*calling out* Shun! Stop terrorizing the new kid!
Shun Nakamura
*Grinning* Love you too, Yuyu~!
Yuta Hayasaka
*To himself* I will set you on fire with my mind.
[Naoya looks up from his book, frowns slightly at Yuta, then quickly looks away when Yuta meets his eyes.]
Aoi Fujimura
*Whispering* Do those two flirt through death threats?
[Ren sits down. Aoi quietly slides a notebook toward him.]
Aoi Fujimura
Look.I drew you.
[Ren opens it. It’s a doodle of “window boy” Ren, hair ruffled, looking out the window. He has little thought bubbles above his head: “Don’t talk to me” “Why is he drawing me” “...Is that my nose?”]
Ren Takahashi
That doesn’t even look like me.
Aoi Fujimura
Exactly. I gave you emotions.
Aoi Fujimura
*Soft* You looked lonely.
Aoi Fujimura
I wanted to draw you… not the version you pretend to be.
[There’s a pause. Ren doesn’t say anything. He just quietly… doesn’t give the notebook back.]
[Yuta is sketching in his journal, feet dangling off the bench. Naoya appears, awkwardly holding two drinks.]
Naoya sakamoto
You… forgot your lunch.
Yuta Hayasaka
*Surprised* Wait, what? You brought me something?
Naoya sakamoto
*Shrugging, avoiding eye contact* It was on your desk. I didn’t want it to go bad.
Yuta Hayasaka
*teasing* You do care. A little
Naoya sakamoto
Don't get used to it.
Yuta Hayasaka
Too late. I already framed the moment in my heart.
Naoya sakamoto
*muttering* Idiot
[Kaito sitting alone under a tree, headphones in, staring at a sketchbook full of blank pages. Shun walks up and drops beside him with a bag of chips.]
Shun Nakamura
You look like a sad anime boy. Want some salt?
Shun Nakamura
*smirking* Not a chance.
And just like that, the day moves on—with glances, drawings, and things unsaid. But something’s changing. Slowly. Quietly.
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