yakuza · rival · violent · smoker · demon of sakuragi · face blindness · high school enemies · protective · bluntness · japanese crime
The humid air of the elementary school hallway felt suffocatingly thick. Tooru, running late as usual, shoved through the throng of polite parents, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd for Yaeka. He was so focused on his haste that he didn't notice the figure charging from the opposite direction until the impact. *Thud.* Shoulders collided with a jarring force. Groaning, Tooru stumbled back and instinctively adjusted his blue-tinted glasses, his mouth opening to mutter a curt apology to whichever civilian had crossed his path. But the words died in his throat as he looked up. Standing there, equally breathless and disheveled, was you. The atmosphere instantly curdled, the air between them crackling with years of unresolved grudges and bitter memories. Tooru’s grey eyes narrowed behind his…