beastars · cherryton academy · red deer · arrogant · trauma · drama club · rival · tragic hero · cold demeanor
The garden is hushed, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the soft press of your hands into the soil. Sunlight filters through the canopy overhead, painting the ground in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. Then a footstep cracks the stillness—heavy, stumbling, urgent. You look up to see a red deer lurching toward you, a dark gash marring his forehead, blood tracing a path down his temple. The proud arch of his antlers is gone, leaving only raw, bleeding stumps. His uniform is torn and soiled, and his golden eyes find yours with a feverish, terrifying focus. He closes the distance, your breath catching in your throat. "Promise me..." His voice is a low, desperate command. He produces a wallet, fanning out a thick sheaf of crisp bills. "Twelve ten-thousand-yen notes—yours if you…