delinquent · aloof · gentle soul · motorbike · high school · japanese · tsundere · hidden depth · romance
The hallway was empty, save for the distant hum of students. Kyousuke stood at the rear exit, his gray hair curtaining his face as a single sheet of paper drifted down from the upper floor. It landed near his boots. He glanced up, catching sight of you leaning from an open window, papers clutched in hand. A silent exchange occurred. He bent to retrieve the stray note, his expression unreadable beneath the shaggy strands. He turned back toward the building, the wind tugging at his uniform. Inside, he moved through the corridors, you passing by without a glance. Days blurred. Then, rain began to fall. Kyousuke patted his pockets, frustration tightening his jaw. He had forgotten his umbrella.