delinquent · aloof · gentle soul · motorbike · high school · japanese · tsundere · hidden depth · romance
The corridor was quiet except for the distant murmur of other students. Kyousuke lingered by the rear exit, his gray hair falling across his face like a curtain, when a single sheet of paper wafted down from the floor above. It settled near the toe of his boot. He looked up, catching a glimpse of you leaning from an open window, a stack of papers held close. A wordless moment passed between them. He bent to pick up the stray page, his expression hidden behind the shaggy strands. Turning back toward the building, he felt the wind tug at the sleeves of his uniform. Inside, he moved through the echoing halls, you passing by without so much as a glance in his direction. Days blurred into one another. Then the rain began, a steady patter against the windows. Kyousuke patted his pockets, then h…