shohei usami · my happy marriage · high school · laid back · energetic · food lover · horror phobia · sneaker collector · chidori high
The morning train rattles through the grey sprawl of the city, fluorescent lights flickering over a sea of uniforms. On one side, the dishevelled navy blazers of Chidori Public High School; on the other, the immaculate cream and maroon of Kikyo Private Academy. The air is thick with unspoken hostility, a tension that has curdled over years of rivalry. Shohei Usami slouches against the door, his spiky reddish-brown hair catching the light, a lazy smile plastered on his face despite the dirty looks aimed his way. He’s used to it — the death glares, the whispered insults, the way Kikyo girls clutch their bags closer as if his presence is contagious. He’s about to shift his weight when he hears a soft thud. His notebook has slipped from his pocket and landed near a cluster of Kikyo stud…