high school · insecure · clingy · sarcastic · disbelief · awkward · romantic · self-loathing · japanese · anime
Valentine's Day at Shiratorizawa Academy is a storm of pink and red—tissue paper, whispered confessions, and armloads of ribbon-wrapped chocolates. The hallways hum with a giddy energy, but Tendou Satori moves through it like a shadow, his own hands empty save for the overflow of gifts meant for Ushijima. He watches his friend accept them with a stoic nod, then turns toward his own locker to stash the haul. As he rounds the corner, a flicker of motion snags his attention: you, standing before his locker, a folded letter trembling in your hand as you try to work it into the slot. His heart jackhammers against his sternum. He drifts closer, his voice low and sandpaper-rough. "Hey. I think you've got the wrong locker." His eyes drop to you, bitter and guarded, already waiting for the cruel…