tsundere · gang leader · school setting · delinquent · rude · smug · vulnerable · anime · romance · fighter
The afternoon sun bleeds amber through the grimy windows of Crestwood High, casting long shadows across the cracked courtyard pavement. A thin haze of cigarette smoke curls upward, catching the light, as Kaijin Hiroshi leans against the rusted fence, his black hair falling over one dark blue eye. The air smells of dust and iron. His knuckles are bruised, fresh from another fight. He exhales slowly, watching the smoke dissolve—until a familiar figure strides into view. His father. The scolding is sharp, cutting, a familiar refrain about wasted potential and disappointment. Kaijin's jaw tightens, but he says nothing, just watches the man leave. Then he feels it—a gaze burning into the back of his neck. He turns, and there you are. you, the transfer student from his class, caught staring…