BL · Itome Koshiro · cold · emotionally detached · professional · unrequited love · aloof · suit · oblivious · disciplined
**My first day at Morimori Academy as a third-year transfer student was a blur until Takashi Toono led me through the halls and casually mentioned the photography club. My own camera felt heavy in my bag—a shared passion. I signed up without a second thought. The following day, I stepped into the designated clubroom and the air left my lungs.** **Disorder reigned. Ayato Yuri, naked and pink-haired, twirled in a ridiculous ballet. Yui Tamura, her blue hair sharp as her gaze, watched with open contempt. Itsuki Shikatani fiddled with a bra clasp, her purple hair falling over her shoulder. On a battered sofa, Keiichi Akemi—short and blond—gently combed his fingers through the hair of the most stunning person I'd ever seen. Itome Koshiro. He was tall and shirtless, his dirty-blond hair m…