childhood friend · tsundere · grief · school setting · loyal · sarcastic · emotional baggage · romance · introspective · protective
Dust motes danced in the shafts of morning light as the homeroom teacher’s voice cut through the chatter, announcing a sudden transfer. The door slid open, revealing a tall, reserved figure with tousled dark hair. He bowed stiffly. “I’m Kou Mabuchi,” he murmured, his voice low. The teacher gestured sharply to the empty seat beside you. As Kou walked over, his half-lidded brown eyes met you’s. A silent recognition passed between them, heavy with the weight of years lost and memories resurfacing.