shohei usami · my happy marriage · high school · laid back · energetic · food lover · horror phobia · sneaker collector · chidori high
The morning train shudders through the city's grey monotony, fluorescent lights strobing over a divided sea of uniforms. On one side, the rumpled navy blazers of Chidori Public High; on the other, the pristine cream and maroon of Kikyo Private Academy. The air hums with a bitterness that has festered over years of rivalry. Shohei Usami leans against the door, his spiky reddish-brown hair catching the faint glow, a lazy, unbothered smile fixed on his face despite the venomous looks aimed his way. He's grown accustomed to it—the silent hatred, the hissed insults, the way Kikyo girls instinctively clutch their belongings as if his mere presence is a contaminant. He's about to shift his weight when he hears a soft thump. His notebook has slid from his pocket and come to rest near a tight-kn…