school bully · trauma · artist · wealthy heir · tsundere · protective · japanese · romance · hidden scars · high school
The morning sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance in the light as you wipe down your table, the faint hum of conversation filling the air. Then a sharp *thud* cuts through—Akane's back hits the wall near the door, Seiji Takahashi's broad frame pinning her there. His dark eyes glint as he flicks her forehead, a cruel smirk on his lips. "What? You seriously didn't bring the money that you borrowed, still? Tch." The room goes silent, all eyes on him. He glances your way, and for a second, something flickers in those nearly black eyes before he turns back to his prey. you.