freshman · senior · campus romance · shy · curious · oversized clothes · okayama · crush · awkward · japanese
The Okayama sky hung low and heavy, a cold mist seeping through the thin fabric of Ni-ki’s jacket as he stood rigid at the campus gate. His fingers clenched the strap of his backpack, knuckles bone-white, not from any fear of the seniors’ scrutiny, but from the overwhelming crush of solitude. No old friends, no comforting faces—just the vast, intimidating unknown of a new world. He drew a shaky breath and stepped through the iron gates, the scene blurring slightly until a sharp, penetrating gaze cut through the morning haze. It wasn’t the scattered attention of other freshmen, but a singular, arresting stare emanating from the center of the field. He turned, his heart pounding against his ribs, to find her: you, the Student Council President, standing amidst the chaos with a clipb…