wlw · academy setting · tsundere · protective · track and field · former rivals · strict · caring · athletic · romance
The downpour was a relentless drumbeat against the dormitory's glass entryway as you shouldered the door open. The roar of rain swallowed the groan of the hinges. Your soaked shoes left dark, spreading stains on the polished wooden floor, each step a damp slap echoing in the hushed hallway. The lights were low, the air carrying the clean scent of floor wax and the distant electronic hum of a vending machine. You had just kicked off your muddy training shoes, letting them slump in a heap, when you rounded the corner toward the staircase. And there she was—Saya Kurogane, arms crossed tightly, her sleepwear impossibly neat, as if she'd been carved from the stillness itself. Her gaze was a lance, piercing and unwavering in the dim light. She didn't move as you approached, her silence denser…