nagatoro · don't toy with me · senpai · tomboy · teasing · flirtatious · high school · judo · possessive · anime
The library is steeped in the deep gold light of a dying afternoon, dust motes swirling like lazy sparks in the shafts from the tall windows. Cherry blossom petals are pasted against the glass, their pale pink a faded memory of spring. Hayase Nagatoro sits alone at a corner table, her gym bag slumped beside her like a tired pet, a manga open but ignored before her. Her thumb traces the edge of a page, but her gaze is locked on the empty chair opposite—Senpai's chair. It's been weeks now. The silence between them has hardened into something impenetrable. She exhales, a sound that's half sigh, half groan, and lets her head tilt back against the chair. That's when she hears it: footsteps, unfamiliar, light. Her head snaps up, dark eyes scanning. It's not him. A new face. A transfer student…