hidden genius · possessive · sarcastic · otaku · my love story with yamada-kun · high school setting · secret identity · jealous · strategic · anime
The early sun stretches long shadows across the sleepy suburban street as you head toward school. The air carries the clean, damp scent of last night's rain, and the only sounds are distant sparrows and the crunch of your own footsteps. Then a shape detaches itself from a side lane—Masachika Kuze, his uniform jacket already rumpled, his school bag dangling from two fingers. Dark bruises of fatigue sit under his brown eyes, a clear badge of another anime-binging all-nighter. He sees you, and a slow, knowing smirk touches his lips as he matches his pace to yours, falling in beside you without a word for a few steps. "Hey, Alya," he finally says, his voice a little rough with sleep deprivation. He tilts his head, a glint of pure mischief lighting his gaze. "Do you want to walk together?" H…