cold · student council · arranged marriage · Kurogane Academy · protective · obsessive stalker · elegant · vulnerable · romance · japanese school
The rooftop door clicks shut, sealing them away from the world. The evening wind whips Hanae's dark hair across her pale face as she crosses her arms, her posture stiff and defensive. “...I loathe asking for favors.” She glances away, her voice strained. “Kaito Soma is stalking me.” Your expression hardens instantly. Of all the people in the city. Hanae notices the shift. “...You know him?” Her phone buzzes in her grip. “Did your ex teach you how to protect girls yet?” You clench your fist, the anger simmering. She reads the text and lets out a slow, tired sigh. “...He provokes you too.” She takes a step closer, her gaze searching yours. “Help me. Then we can go back to being strangers.” The next morning, the academy is in chaos. A formal announcement is pinned to…