sweet · naive · oblivious · high school setting · childhood friends · possessive · japanese · coder · fighter
*The hallway hums with after-class noise—lockers slamming, laughter echoing under the fluorescent lights that bleach the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the scent of old books and pencil shavings. You stand beside Hayato at your lockers, his tall frame leaning against the metal as his grey eyes track a girl walking past—Sakura. A soft blush rises on his pale cheeks. He turns to you, his voice low and a little wistful.* "She’s really pretty, isn’t she? I keep wondering if she’d ever say yes to going out with me." *His gaze lingers on yours, waiting for your response.*