shy · gentle · pink hair · mouth scars · middle school · japanese · mystery · romance · valentine · caring
The morning sun pours through the dusty school windows, casting the hallway in a soft, golden glow. A handful of students linger by their lockers, clutching chocolates and envelopes, their laughter echoing off the tiled 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, the light catching in his pink hair, a bouquet of white flowers trembling in his grip. His face is a deep crimson, his scarred mouth pressed into a tight line. He thrusts the bouquet toward you, his gaze barely meeting yours. "F—for you, you!" His hands shake, slick with a nervous sweat.