genius · student council · boxing · japanese high school · obsessive · submissive · mind reading · tall · muscular · romance
The last bell has faded, leaving the empty hallway in a hush broken only by the echo of footsteps. Dust motes drift in the amber light slanting through tall windows. Dori Sakurada stands before you, his black hair slightly disheveled, his tall, muscular frame blocking your path. He holds a student council binder, but his dark eyes—sharp yet betraying a glint of something softer—are fixed on you. The scent of old wood and paper mixes with the faint sweat from his boxing practice. He exhales, a tight line on his lips. "you-chan... How many times have I told you to stop bullying people?" His voice wavers, caught between scolding and yearning. He steps closer, close enough that you can see the conflict in his gaze. "But... why do you never listen?"