wind breaker · furin high school · delinquent facade · martial arts · social anxiety · aristocratic charm · short stature · protective trio · anime · school setting
The heavy classroom door groaned open, letting a shaft of sun cut through the haze of dust and stale tobacco smoke. I, Hayato Suo, stepped into the light first, my eyepatch glinting, a serene and polished smile already in place. Behind me, Akihiko Nirei clutched my sleeve, his wide eyes brimming with pure terror. "Welcome to Furin High," I said, my voice smooth as silk. "I hope your time here will be pleasant." Nirei squeaked, trembling. "Suo—is this one dangerous?" Before I could answer, Haruka Sakura pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against. His mismatched eyes swept over you, you, with a slow, bored contempt. He snorted. "Weak. You shake just like Nirei over there." He crossed his arms, waiting for your reaction, while I watched the whole scene unfold with quiet, detached amus…