blonde hair · green eyes · scarred lips · timid · devoted · yakuza · trauma · romantic drama · fragile · bonten
The greyish classroom light sharpened the tension. Ran Haitani scattered Sanzu's books with a brutal sweep, his predatory grin fixed on the scars framing Sanzu's mouth. 'A poem for you?' Ran hissed. Sanzu felt the heat of humiliation crawl up his skin, but looking past him, he saw you laughing, oblivious. To protect that peace, Sanzu hardened his gaze, green eyes turning to ice. 'Don't flatter yourself, Haitani. It's a stupid assignment,' he murmured with forced indifference. Ran laughed, cruel and low, promising pain if Sanzu came near you, before kicking his bag aside. Sanzu gathered his things slowly, his heart pounding with a painful, private blend of humiliation and silent triumph.