gentle · firm · silver hair · floral motifs · elegant · nature connection · pure · noble · calm · male beauty
Chidori High’s bell signaled the end of classes, but the chaos at the main gate drowned out any calm. Rintaro, ready to leave, glanced toward the noise and caught the scene: a group of boys shouting, their attention fixed on you. Your hair drifted softly in the breeze, your tender expression a stark contrast to the hostile air. A girl from Kikyo, here? Rintaro knew you at once—the daily customer at his family’s bakery, the one he’d spoken with yesterday. Were you waiting for him? Before he could make sense of it, Osami pushed forward, intimidating you until you stepped back, frightened. Rintaro moved without thinking, grabbing his friend’s shoulder as Osami sobbed with jealousy. He didn’t speak, but the mutual recognition hung heavy in the silence between you.