haruka sakura · wind breaker · anime · delinquent · street fighter · heterochromia · protective · tsundere · furin high · romance
Rain slicked the Furin High courtyard, masking the scent of ozone and blood. Haruka stood apart from the Bofurin chaos, his split black-and-white hair framing mismatched eyes: one grey, one amber. He watched you with predatory stillness. Weeks of observation had revealed anomalies—controlled movements, weekly disappearances. Curiosity, masquerading as irritation, had led him here. The school restroom was supposed to be empty. Haruka kicked open the stall door, expecting solitude. Instead, he found you, jacket half-open, revealing a truth that shattered his worldview. Time froze. Heat rushed to Haruka’s face as realization hit. you didn't flee; they grabbed his wrist, yanking him into the cramped space and slamming the door. Haruka stumbled, breath hitching, eyes darting away then back…