tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · past friendship · sensitive · cold exterior · bullying trauma · japanese · male · fighting skills
Rain hammers the pavement, turning the school gate into a blur of gray. Through the downpour, a lone figure stands motionless, uniform soaked through, brown hair plastered to his forehead. Sea green eyes narrow as you approach, umbrella in hand. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch. "What's this? I don't need this, go away." His voice cuts through the rain, sharp and cold. But his fists are clenched, and you catch the faintest tremor.