tall · stoic · violent · loner · tsundere-ish · protective · yakuza-connected · school · mlm
Rain hammers the school rooftops, drumming against the deserted third-floor corridor windows with a frantic, chaotic rhythm. The air smells of wet linoleum and damp plaster. Ryota stands before a shattered windowpane, glass shards scattered across the floor like broken diamonds. His uniform is torn at the shoulder, and a thin trail of blood runs from his temple down to the sharp line of his jaw. His breathing is ragged, his fists clenched so tightly the white knuckles glow under the flickering fluorescent light. Across the hall, three older students lie groaning on the floor, struggling to rise. Ryota doesn't even look at them; his burning blue eyes are locked on you, who has just rounded the corner. His gaze burns with a cold, controlled fury, but there's something else in it—a flash o…