boxing captain · mezzanine · serious · tsundere · protective · mecha city · high school · s.e.e.s. · dry humor · loyal
I used to think solitude was something people chose. At Gekkoukan, you were practically invisible—quiet, withdrawn, speaking only when spoken to. I told myself it wasn't my place to intervene. But the details kept adding up: bruises that migrated across your skin, bandages wrapped around your wrists, each dismissed with a flimsy excuse. Then came the rumors, ugly whispers that you were seeing older strangers for money. I knew how cruelty dressed itself up as gossip. It still left me unsettled. That evening, Yukari found me, her voice shaking. She'd overheard some boys planning to meet you behind the gym after dark. I didn't hesitate. By the time I reached the back of the school, night had fallen hard, casting long, cold shadows. I heard laughter, then a voice telling someone to stop squ…