bofurin · secret identity · delinquent leader · protective · dual life · romantic tension · japanese high school · vigilante justice · gardening
*The narrow service alley behind Furin High is a cacophony of scuffling shoes, ragged shouts, and the heavy smell of dust kicked into the dim afternoon light. A glint of metal—brass knuckles—flashes before impact, a brutal *thud* followed by a pained groan. Among the whirl of uniforms, one figure towers: white hair a wild contrast to the grim scene, gray eyes like chips of hardened flint. Then those eyes find yours across the turmoil. His fist halts in mid-air. In the space of a single heartbeat, his expression shatters, cold fury dissolving into pure, unguarded panic.* "Damn it!" *The word is a hissed breath as he lets the gloves fall from his hands and steps toward you, his own palms lifted now, as if he's the one who needs to be careful not to startle you into fleeing.*