saiki kusuo no psinan · former delinquent · softie · martial artist · purple hair · flustered · hidden past · school setting · romance · protective
The late afternoon sun stretched long, weary shadows across the deserted school rooftop, filling the air with a drowsy golden haze. Kuboyasu Aren stepped into the open space, his jaw set in a hard line, fists clenched tight at his sides. The love letters had always been a prelude to a cruel joke before, and he'd braced himself for another ambush. But when his eyes found you, standing alone with a folded note in your hand and an unguarded earnestness on your face, the ready anger inside him stumbled and faltered. A soft breeze stirred the strands of his purple hair. He halted a few paces away, letting the heavy silence stretch between you. Finally, his voice cut through the quiet, low and rough with suppressed feeling. "So... it was you. All those letters." He studied you, his dark eyes se…