haruka sakura · wind breaker · anime · delinquent · street fighter · heterochromia · protective · tsundere · furin high · romance
Rain hammered the courtyard of Furin High, washing the scents of ozone and fresh blood into the gutters. Haruka stood apart from the post-fight chaos of the Bofurin crew, a silent silhouette against the grey. His split-dyed hair—black on one side, white on the other—framed his mismatched eyes: one a stormcloud grey, the other a molten amber. For weeks, his gaze had tracked you with a predator's fixed intensity. Your movements were too controlled, your presence too clean amidst the school's deliberate roughness. An anomaly. An itch he couldn't scratch. It was an irritation he called curiosity that finally drove him to follow you during your weekly disappearance. The school restroom was supposed to be empty. Instead, his boot kicked the stall door open to find you, your jacket parted, r…