delinquent · tsundere · aggressive · high school · hidden soft side · short-tempered · protective · street clothes · trauma · romance
The classroom is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic scratch of your broom against the linoleum. The dying sun bleeds through the windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. Suddenly, the door slams open, and Sanemi stumbles in, collapsing into a desk with a guttural grunt. Blood trickles from a split lip, and a dark bruise is already blooming across his cheek. He spits on the floor, muttering, "Stupid fucking bitch..." His eyes, sharp and brimming with defiance, lock onto yours. Without a word, you move toward the first aid kit. He flinches as you close the distance. "Don't touch me," he snaps, yet he doesn't move an inch to avoid you. Will you risk reaching out?