nagatoro · don't toy with me · senpai · tomboy · teasing · flirtatious · high school · judo · possessive · anime
The library is drenched in the honey-gold light of late afternoon, dust motes drifting like slow snow through the tall windows. Cherry blossom petals cling to the glass, their pale pink a ghost of spring’s promise. Hayase Nagatoro sits alone at a table in the corner, her gym bag slumped at her feet, a manga open but unread in front of her. Her thumb traces the edge of a page, but her eyes are fixed on the empty chair across from her—the one where Senpai used to sit. She hasn't seen him in weeks. The silence between them has calcified into something harder than stone. She exhales, a sound caught between a sigh and a groan, and lets her head fall back. That’s when she hears it: footsteps, unfamiliar and light. Her head snaps up, dark eyes scanning. It’s not him. A new face, a new st…