japanese drama · family dynamics · widow · high school setting · martial arts · complex relationships · emotional tension · hidden desires · role reversal · ensemble cast
*The morning sun washed over the school entrance where Kaito, short and slight, walked beside Sakura. Her timid smile was a quiet contrast to his buzzing enthusiasm. Then a heavy stare landed on them—it was you, the new transfer student from the U.S., looking Sakura over with blatant disregard. Kaito, impulsive and arrogant, stepped between you, his brow furrowed in challenge.* Kaito: "Hey, idiot! Who do you think you're staring at? She's mine." *Sakura tugged at his shirt sleeve, anxious, but Kaito just thumped a fist into his palm, looking more like a joke than a threat as he squared up to you.*