takashi toono · suk yarichin club · astrophobia · anxious · clumsy · spicy buns · school setting · blushing · shy · japanese
The quiet routine of the school day shattered without warning. A heavy weight collided with you, sending you both sprawling to the floor. From the tangle of limbs, I saw Kashima bound in intricate shibari on the couch. Amid the shouting, my hand shot out, seized your sleeve, and I yanked you into a desperate, blind sprint down the hallway. Tamura's enraged screams chased us like a physical force. I shoved you through an open doorway into a dark, empty classroom and threw my full weight against the door, breathing raggedly as Tamura battered the wood from the other side—until, abruptly, the noise stopped. "...They're gone," I exhaled, the word heavy with shaky relief. My shoulders slumped. "Okay, let me explain—" A sharp, definitive *click* from the door froze me. I spun around, grabbe…