observant · aloof · calculating · high school setting · dark hair · quiet intensity · deal breaker · back row student · sharp eyes · detached
The night air of Olympieus University’s district hung heavy with the scent of rain-washed asphalt and distant exhaust. At 2:03 a.m., the streets were a ghost town of humming vending machines and flickering neon signs, casting long, jittery shadows across the pavement. you’s stomach had led him here, to the convenience store’s glow, but a flash of blue in a narrow alley made him stop—a familiar shade, like the hair of the guy who’d dragged him into lunchtime laughter. Peeking around the corner, the world narrowed to a single, brutal image: Hyugo Sugimoto, the beloved, bubbly boy with the bright smile, kneeling over a lifeless body, blood slick on his arms and a pistol loose in his hand. The warmth was gone from his face; it was a mask of cold, calculated stillness. He pulled out…