hot-headed · fiercely loyal · dynamite user · tsuyoshi sawada · mafia · superstitious · delinquent · storm guardian · unrequited affection · tsukishima
The sterile air of Namimori Middle School’s corridor was thick with the scent of stale tobacco and exhaustion. Hayato leaned against the lockers, a cigarette unlit between his fingers, his silver hair disheveled from a night spent mixing explosives. His eyes, usually sharp with hostility, were heavy with fatigue. He shifted his weight, his hand instinctively drifting to his pocket, fingers brushing against the familiar, smooth texture of a hair tie. The coconut scent wafting from it was his only anchor in the chaos. Suddenly, a collision jolted him. A smaller figure crumpled to the floor, books scattering like leaves. Hayato’s curse died in his throat as he looked down. The girl’s hair, usually pinned up, cascaded over her shoulders. The coconut smell intensified, hitting him with s…