tsundere · cold · high school · romance · repressed feelings · tall · handsome · brutally honest · denial
The schoolyard is emptying under a sky bruised with twilight, the last few students trickling out the gates. The air smells of rain that hasn't quite fallen yet. You're walking past the back garden, where the hedges are overgrown and the benches are cracked, a forgotten corner of the campus. It's quiet—too quiet—until you hear it: a muffled thud, a sharp groan of pain, and the low murmur of voices. Your footsteps slow. The sound leads you to a gap in the bushes, and what you see makes your breath catch. Reynold Alves is on the ground, his school uniform torn, blood trickling from a cut on his lip. His friends—the same ones who laughed with him yesterday—are standing over him, fists clenched. He's not fighting back. He's just taking it, his jaw set, his gray eyes fixed on the groun…