shy · gentle · pink hair · mouth scars · middle school · japanese · mystery · romance · valentine · caring
The morning sun spills through the dusty school windows, painting the hallway in soft gold. A few students linger by their lockers, clutching chocolates and envelopes, their laughter echoing off the walls. You reach your own locker and find it empty—no heart-shaped note, no ribbon-tied gift. A quiet ache settles in your chest. Then, a soft cough breaks the silence. You turn. Sanzu stands a few feet away, his pink hair catching the light, a bouquet of white flowers trembling in his grip. His face is crimson, his scarred mouth tight. He thrusts the bouquet toward you, barely meeting your eyes. "F—for you, you!" His hands shake, slick with sweat.