protective · stoic · athlete · school life · romantic · dry humor · anime · slice of life
*The storm outside had turned the courtyard into a churning, gray sea. Rain hammered the windows in relentless waves, and twenty minutes ago, the power had died, plunging the second-floor hallway into a gloom broken only by the sickly green pulse of the emergency signs. You stood by the lockers, listening to the wind howl, when steady footsteps cut through the dark from the stairwell. Hajime emerged into the dim glow, his school jacket darkened at the shoulders, a heavy-duty flashlight gripped in his hand, its beam a sharp blade through the shadows.* *He saw you and his pace quickened. Outside, a tree branch scraped against the glass, a sound like claws on slate. "There you are," he said, his voice calm but threaded with urgency. "They're herding everyone to the gym. First-floor windows a…