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[marry-me-o-gin]

Typical Hanamaru star gazing date! ^.^

[velting]

Blood Lock

CHAPTER 5

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⚠️WARING⚠️: THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME NOT SAFE CONENT! PLEASE READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION!! IF YOU DON'T ENJOY IT! THEN PLEASE SKIP IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED EVERYONE!

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The weekend arrived with a quiet hush over the campus. The corridors were emptier than usual, save for the occasional cluster of students enjoying their free time. [Name], however, couldn’t shake the events of the night before. Every time her mind wandered back to Yoichi’s kiss, her cheeks flared a deep crimson. She had spent half the morning pacing her dorm room, trying to make sense of her feelings.

"Why am I like this?" she muttered to herself, her hands tugging at the sleeves of her oversized cardigan. She shook her head as if trying to physically rid herself of the thoughts. "Focus, [Name]. You’ve got stuff to do."

With a determined nod, she decided to head to the library. Studying always helped clear her mind, and with exams looming, she had the perfect excuse to dive into research. The crisp autumn air nipped at her cheeks as she made her way across campus. Leaves crunched under her feet, their golden hues scattered across the pathways like nature’s own confetti.

The library was quiet when she entered, the faint scent of aged paper and ink enveloping her. She walked past rows of shelves, her fingers brushing against the spines of books as she searched for the ones she needed. Stopping by the history section, her gaze fell upon a particular title: “Vampires: Myths, Legends, and Truths.”

Her brow furrowed. “Vampires?” she murmured under her breath.

The book seemed almost out of place among the historical texts, yet its bold title called to her. She hesitated, glancing around the library. No one seemed to be paying her any attention, so she pulled the book from the shelf, the old leather cover cool against her fingertips.

Curiosity prickled at the edges of her mind as she searched for a secluded corner to read. She found an empty table tucked away near the back of the library, surrounded by towering bookshelves that created a cocoon of solitude. Sitting down, she opened the book, the pages crackling faintly as she flipped through the introduction.

The dim lighting above cast a warm glow on the aged pages as [Name] began to read. The text delved into the origins of vampire myths, citing historical events and folklore from different cultures. She skimmed through sections on ancient beliefs about blood-drinking spirits and their evolution into the modern vampire archetype.

“Immortality,” she read aloud in a hushed tone. “Enhanced senses, strength, and speed… but also vulnerability to sunlight, holy objects, and wooden stakes.”

She paused, tilting her head. “Garlic, though? That just sounds dumb.”

The book continued to describe vampires as both seductive and predatory, their charm often used to lure unsuspecting victims. [Name]’s lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes skimmed over the descriptions.

"Sounds like some people I know," she muttered dryly, thinking about certain individuals on campus.

But then, her heart skipped a beat. One passage described vampires' ability to compel or influence others, bending their will through eye contact or touch. Her mind flashed back to Rensuke—his piercing gaze, the way her body felt immobile under his touch.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “That’s ridiculous. He’s just—he’s not…”

Yet, the seed of doubt was planted. She continued reading, her fingers tracing the delicate script as she learned about vampire hierarchy, their weaknesses, and signs that someone might be one. Myths and truths were separated, yet the lines blurred in a way that left her unsettled.

Hours seemed to pass as [Name] lost herself in the book. The library’s quiet atmosphere felt heavier now, the stillness amplifying the creak of the floorboards and the occasional shuffle of other students in the distance. Her eyes darted over another passage.

“Symptoms of a vampire attack: fatigue, weakness, dizziness, puncture wounds…”

Her thighs twitched instinctively as her mind went to the still-visible mark. The memory of that night, the way her body had screamed in pain, sent a shiver down her spine.

“No,” she said more firmly, closing the book for a moment. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “It’s just a coincidence. Stuff like this doesn’t happen in real life.”

Yet, her mind betrayed her, piecing together fragments of moments and people.The Raichi incident, Rensuke’s strange behavior. Sae’s almost predatory aura. The cryptic warnings about Ruka and the way Ego seemed to watch everything unfold with an omniscient air.

“What if…” she began to think, but immediately stopped herself.

“No,” she said aloud, this time firmer. Her voice echoed faintly in the empty section of the library, startling her. She glanced around, heart pounding, before returning her gaze to the book.

Still, curiosity won out. She reopened the text, flipping to a section on detecting vampires among humans. As she read, her breath hitched.

“Red eyes during heightened emotions… an aversion to mirrors…” Her voice grew softer as she recited the words. “Cold skin… a hunger that never quite subsides…”

Her mind once again betrayed her, conjuring images of people she knew. Raichi’s sharp teeth, Rensuke’s smoldering red gaze. Ruka’s icy hands when he pulled her away. The way Michael and Lorenzo seemed to devour everything with their eyes, as if nothing could satisfy them.

[Name] slammed the book shut, the sound reverberating through the quiet library. She stood abruptly, clutching the book to her chest as she glanced around nervously.

“No way,” she muttered, her voice trembling. “This is ridiculous. They’re just people. Normal people.”

But even as she tried to convince herself, the uneasy feeling in her chest refused to subside. She placed the book back on the shelf, her hands shaking slightly, and quickly gathered her things. As she walked out of the library, the sensation of being watched prickled at the back of her neck.

[Name] didn’t turn around. She didn’t want to see if anyone—or anything—was there.

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The streets of town buzzed with a lively weekend energy as [Name] wandered aimlessly, the chill autumn breeze biting at her cheeks. Her stomach growled, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts about vampires and unsettling campus drama. Spotting a cozy sandwich shop tucked between a bookstore and a boutique, she made her way inside, grateful for its warmth and inviting smell of freshly baked bread.

She approached the counter, scanning the chalkboard menu. "Grilled cheese with tomato soup, please," she said to the cashier, offering a small, polite smile. As she waited for her order, she found a quiet table near the window and settled in, pulling out her phone.

The warm golden light from the overhead bulbs glinted off her glasses as [Name] scrolled through Instagram. A series of funny cat videos managed to coax a few chuckles out of her, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing. By the time her food arrived—a perfectly crisp sandwich paired with steaming tomato soup—she felt like she could almost push the events of the past week aside.

Almost.

She took a bite of the sandwich, savoring the buttery crunch and the gooey cheese. But as soon as she dipped it into the soup, a voice broke through her momentary peace.

“Well, if it isn’t [Name]!”

She froze mid-bite, slowly looking up to see Kuon Wataru standing by her table, his signature cocky smile plastered across his face. He waved casually, a sandwich in one hand and a drink in the other.

“Oh, uh… hey,” she said hesitantly, swallowing her food.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, already pulling out the chair across from her.

[Name] glanced around the shop, noticing the multiple empty tables he could’ve chosen. Her eyebrows furrowed. “There’s, uh, plenty of other spots,” she said carefully.

Kuon shrugged, setting his food down. “Yeah, but none of them have the pleasure of your company.”

She sighed. Something about his presence made her wary, but she wasn’t in the mood to argue. “Fine,” she muttered, waving a hand toward the chair.

He sat down with a satisfied grin, leaning back in his seat. “Thanks. So, how are you holding up?”

[Name] raised an eyebrow. “Holding up?”

“Y’know,” Kuon said, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “After that whole assembly thing. Heard it got… intense.”

Her grip on her spoon tightened, and she avoided his gaze, staring into her soup. “It’s fine,” she said curtly.

“Fine?” Kuon echoed, his tone laced with disbelief. “Come on, [Name], I saw the way Ruka dragged you out of there. And then you—” He mimicked the motion of her slap, his hand snapping to his cheek dramatically. “That was wild. I mean, I didn’t think you had it in you to—”

“Kuon.” Her voice cut through his chatter like a knife. She finally looked up at him, her expression sharp. “Can we not talk about that?”

He held up his hands in mock surrender, a smirk still playing on his lips. “Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off.”

[Name] sighed, running a hand through her hair. She took another bite of her sandwich, hoping the act of eating would put an end to the conversation.

But Kuon wasn’t done. “Still,” he said, leaning his elbows on the table, “you gotta admit, Ruka can be… a bit much, right?”

Her eyes flicked to his, narrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on,” Kuon said, his tone light but pointed. “The guy’s always hovering around you. Like, does he even give you space to breathe? He acts more like your shadow than your cousin.”

[Name]’s jaw tightened. She set her sandwich down, her appetite suddenly waning. “He’s just protective,” she muttered, though even as she said it, the words felt hollow.

“Protective?” Kuon snorted. “More like controlling. Seriously, [Name], the way he acts—dragging you away, trying to micromanage your life—it’s not normal.”

She clenched her fists on the table, the frustration that had been simmering inside her finally bubbling to the surface. “You think I don’t know that?” she snapped, her voice low but fierce.

Kuon blinked, surprised by her outburst.

[Name] took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly. “I’ve told him a million times to back off, but he doesn’t listen. He just keeps… smothering me. Like he thinks I can’t take care of myself.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Kuon watched her for a moment, his smirk fading into something softer. “Hey,” he said, his tone unusually gentle. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She didn’t respond, staring down at her hands as they twisted in her lap.

“For what it’s worth,” Kuon continued, “I think you handled yourself pretty well at the assembly. Ruka needed to be put in his place, and you did that. You’ve got guts, [Name]. More than most people around here.”

She glanced up at him, her expression conflicted. “It didn’t feel like guts,” she admitted quietly. “It felt like… like I lost control.”

“Maybe,” Kuon said with a shrug. “But sometimes losing control is the only way to make people listen.”

His words lingered in the air, and for a moment, [Name] felt a flicker of understanding pass between them. She picked up her spoon, swirling it in her soup as she mulled over his statement.

“Thanks,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kuon leaned back in his chair, his smirk returning. “Anytime. Just remember—if you ever need someone to vent to, I’m your guy.”

[Name] gave him a small, reluctant smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As Kuon finished his meal and excused himself, she watched him go, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Despite his brash personality, he had given her something to think about. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to deal with everything on her own.

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The sandwich shop was beginning to clear out as [Name] finished the last sip of her tomato soup. She felt a small sense of relief after venting to Kuon, even if the conversation left her with mixed feelings. Packing her things, she made her way to the counter to pay, bowing slightly to the cashier.

“Thank you. That was delicious,” she said sincerely, handing over a few bills.

The cashier smiled. “Come back anytime!”

As [Name] adjusted her bag on her shoulder and headed toward the exit, she instinctively reached into her pocket to check her phone. Her heart sank when her hand came up empty. She stopped in her tracks, patting her other pocket. Nothing.

Frowning, she opened her bag and rummaged through it carefully, checking every compartment. Maybe she had misplaced it. She scanned the table where she’d been sitting, her eyes narrowing as she retraced her steps.

‘Okay, no big deal,’ she told herself. It’s here somewhere.

But the longer she searched, the faster her composure crumbled. She ducked under her table, checking the floor. Nothing. She went back to her chair, lifting it to see if her phone had slipped underneath. Still nothing.

“Where is it?” she muttered, her voice growing more frantic.

Her heart raced as the worst-case scenarios flashed through her mind. What if someone stole it? What if she dropped it? What if it’s gone forever?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. ‘Stay rational, [Name]. Think.’

She thought back to the last time she’d seen it—when she was scrolling through Instagram while eating. Maybe she’d left it there. She went back to the table again, scanning it meticulously. Still, her phone was nowhere to be found.

Her stomach churned with dread. No way… Kuon wouldn’t, would he?

The idea made her blood boil. She hoped it was just a coincidence and not a cruel joke at her expense.

As she stepped outside, she spotted an old payphone across the street. She sprinted over, fumbling through her bag for spare change. Sliding the coins into the slot, she dialed her own number, the metallic beeps of the phone ringing loud in her ears.

“Please, please, please,” she whispered, holding her breath as it rang.

After a few moments, the line connected, and a voice came through.

“Well, well, look who’s calling,” came the familiar, smug tone of Kuon Wataru.

[Name]’s eyes widened, her grip tightening on the phone. “Kuon?!”

“That’s right. Lose something, [Name]?” His voice dripped with mockery.

Her blood ran cold. “Where’s my phone?” she demanded, her tone sharp.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Kuon replied, his smirk audible through the receiver. “Look across the street.”

Her head snapped up, scanning the area frantically. Then she saw him. Standing casually across the road, leaning against a lamppost, was Kuon. In his hand, he held her phone, waving it teasingly in her direction with a smug grin plastered across his face.

[Name]’s jaw clenched as a wave of anger surged through her. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered under her breath.

Kuon raised the phone to his ear, still watching her. “Relax, [Name]. I was just keeping it safe for you. You should really be more careful with your things.”

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the receiver. “You took it, didn’t you? While I was eating.”

“‘Took’ is such a strong word,” Kuon said, feigning innocence. “I prefer to call it… borrowing. You know, as a friend.”

“Friend?” [Name] hissed, her voice rising. “What kind of ‘friend’ steals someone’s phone and then taunts them about it?”

Kuon laughed, the sound infuriatingly casual. “Oh, come on. You’ve been so stressed out lately. I figured I’d give you a little distraction. You can’t take everything so seriously.”

“This isn’t funny, Kuon,” she snapped, her voice shaking with anger. “Give me my phone back. Now.”

Kuon sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright. No need to get your glasses in a twist. Meet me over here, and I’ll give it back.”

She slammed the payphone down, her teeth grinding as she stormed across the street. The cold wind nipped at her face, but she barely noticed, her focus locked on Kuon’s smug expression.

When she reached him, she held out her hand, glaring at him. “Hand it over.”

Kuon twirled the phone in his hand, smirking. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

“Kuon,” she said through gritted teeth, her patience wearing thin. “I’m not in the mood for games. Give. It. Back.”

Finally, he relented, placing the phone in her hand with an exaggerated flourish. “There you go. Safe and sound.”

[Name] snatched it from him, checking to make sure everything was still intact. Her fingers itched to slap the smirk off his face, but she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

“Next time,” she said coldly, “keep your hands off my stuff.”

Kuon held up his hands in mock surrender. “Message received, loud and clear.”

She turned on her heel and began walking away, her grip tight on her phone.

“Hey, [Name],” he called after her.

She stopped but didn’t turn around.

“For what it’s worth, you’re cute when you’re angry.”

Her fists clenched at her sides as she walked away, her heart pounding with frustration. Of all the nerve…

But as infuriating as Kuon was, she couldn’t shake the unsettling thought that there was more to his actions than just playful teasing. Something about the way he’d smiled at her—the glint in his eyes—made her feel like she was a pawn in a much bigger game.

The sound of bustling traffic filled the air as [Name] stopped at the curb, waiting for the light to change. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her phone gripped protectively in her hand. She inhaled deeply, trying to steady her nerves after the infuriating encounter with Kuon.

But then, she felt it—hot, shallow breaths against the back of her neck. Her entire body stiffened as a shiver raced down her spine.

"You smell… delicious," came Kuon’s low, almost predatory voice, the words dripping with sinister amusement.

[Name]’s eyes widened, her stomach churning as she instinctively stepped forward. Her pulse quickened, and her breath caught in her throat. The moment she turned her head slightly and caught the faintest glimpse of his smirk, her fight-or-flight instinct kicked in.

Without a word, she bolted across the street, weaving through honking cars and startled pedestrians. Her heart pounded in her chest as adrenaline surged through her veins. She didn’t dare look back, but she could feel Kuon’s presence like a shadow looming behind her.

“Where are you going, [Name]?” His voice carried through the air, playful yet dripping with menace. “You know you can’t outrun me.”

She didn’t stop, didn’t respond. Her only thought was to get away. Her trembling fingers reached for her phone, desperate to call someone—anyone—for help. But as she unlocked the screen, her heart sank.

No SIM card.

Her footsteps faltered, panic overtaking her. “No… no, no, no!” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. 'He must’ve taken it. He handed my phone back, but he took the damn SIM card!'

Her vision blurred as fear clouded her mind. She didn’t know where she was going anymore—just away. Away from Kuon. Away from the overwhelming dread building in her chest.

Her frantic running led her to an old, abandoned church. The worn, wooden doors creaked as she shoved them open, the sound echoing in the hollow space. Dust swirled in the air as the faint moonlight streamed through the cracked stained-glass windows, casting eerie, fragmented patterns on the floor.

[Name] stumbled inside, her breathing ragged. She looked around desperately, her mind racing for a plan. Hide? Block the door? Call for help?

Before she could decide, the doors creaked again behind her.

She froze, her blood turning to ice as Kuon stepped inside. His pace was slow, deliberate, almost mocking. His smirk grew wider as his dark eyes locked onto hers.

“Well, well,” Kuon drawled, his voice echoing in the empty space. “Running to a church for sanctuary? How… poetic.”

[Name] backed away, her steps uneven as she struggled to keep her composure. “Stay back,” she warned, though her voice betrayed her fear.

Kuon chuckled, his fangs glinting in the dim light as he stepped closer. “Oh, [Name]. You should’ve known by now… there’s nowhere you can run from me.”

Her back hit the cold, stone altar, and she flinched. The realization that she was trapped sank in, and her knees threatened to give out.

“Y-You’re one of them, aren’t you?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “A… vampire.”

Kuon tilted his head, his grin widening as he flashed his fangs fully. “Smart girl. I was wondering when you’d figure it out.”

Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the altar, trying to steady herself. “Why me? What do you want from me?”

He stepped closer, his movements slow and calculated, like a predator cornering its prey. “Why you?” he repeated, his tone turning almost reverent. “Do you have any idea how special you are? Your scent… your blood… it’s intoxicating. I’ve been watching you for a long time, [Name]. Dreaming of this moment.”

She shook her head, her breathing shallow as tears welled in her eyes. “You’re insane,” she whispered.

Kuon laughed darkly, his gaze never leaving hers. “Maybe. But you can’t deny it, can you? There’s something between us. You feel it too.”

Before she could respond, he lunged forward, slamming her body against the altar. The force knocked the air out of her lungs as she gasped, her hands instinctively trying to push him away.

“Let go of me!” she cried, her voice breaking.

But Kuon was unrelenting. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his strength overwhelming. His face was inches from hers now, his smirk replaced by an almost animalistic hunger.

“You can struggle all you want,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It just makes you even more irresistible.”

Tears spilled down [Name]’s cheeks as she shook her head. “Please… don’t.”

Her vulnerability only seemed to excite him more. His free hand trailed down her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin with a chilling intimacy.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been to resist you,” he murmured, his voice laced with desire. “But now… I don’t think I can anymore.”

As his lips brushed against her neck, [Name] squeezed her eyes shut, a sob escaping her lips. She prayed for something—anything—to save her.

With sharp Fangs, Kuon forcefully sank his fangs deep into [Name]’s neck, she gasps from the pain as Kuon begin to greedily gobble her blood, in distraught pain she screamed from the top of her lungs, the pain triggering to thrash but Kuon restricted her movements.

The sound of tasteful moans coming from the male while hearing the girl in distress made him drink more, “Please! Stop! AAAHHH!!” She began to beg him to quite, her vision becoming blurry from all the tears streaming down her face.

With last gulp, he finally retired back and wiped the blood off his lips while having a sadistic smirk on his lips.

The church was silent except for the sound of her ragged breathing and Kuon’s whispered promises of indulgence. But in the quiethe a sigle blodd drops on the floor.

[Name] remained motionless, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Kuon’s sinister gaze bore down on her. The oppressive weight of his presence was suffocating. She desperately searched her surroundings for a way out but found none. Her mind raced, yet her body refused to move, frozen in terror.

Kuon smirked, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim, moonlit church. "You know," he said casually, his voice laced with mockery, "you make this too easy, [Name]. You're so predictable, so... human." He teased, taking his hands off her wrist, replacing it on her neck.

[Name] swallowed hard, her throat dry as sandpaper. "Why... why are you doing this?" she managed to stammer, her voice trembling.

"Because I can," Kuon replied simply, tilting his head as if the question amused him. "And because you're special. Don’t you realize how irresistible you are? That sweet blood of yours..." He trailed off, licking his lips as if savoring the blood.

[Name] clenched her fists, forcing herself to stand tall despite the quivering of her knees and the lack of iron in her body. "I’m not some... some thing for you to toy with!" she snapped, her voice rising with a mix of fear and defiance.

Kuon laughed softly, a low, unsettling sound that reverberated in the hollow space. "Oh, [Name]. You’re so much more than that. You're a puzzle, a prize... something worth possessing.” He emphasized the last word, his tone dripping with obsession.

The intensity in his gaze caused her to take a groan in pain, bumping her head onto the altar behind her. She felt the cold marble press against her spine, trapping her. Kuon advanced slowly, savoring her helplessness.

"You can’t run forever," he whispered, his voice almost tender. "Sooner or later, you’ll realize there’s no one else who can protect you. Not your friends, not your roommate, not even Ruka. They're all just distractions. But me? I’ll keep you safe... in my own way."

[Name]’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to think of a way to stall him. "You're wrong," she said, her voice wavering but steady enough to convey conviction. "They care about me. They’re not like you."

Kuon’s expression darkened for a fleeting moment, a shadow passing over his handsome features before a twisted smirk returned, contorting his face into something almost monstrous. “You think you know them so well,” he muttered, his voice dripping with condescension. “But you’ll see. They’re just as selfish as I am—just as hungry for you.” 

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, sending a shiver down [Name]’s spine. His lips brushed near her ear, and she could feel the weight of his words wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud. “I’m just the only one honest enough to admit it.”

[Name] flinched at his words, the cold steel of his twisted logic digging into her psyche like a dagger. Each syllable echoed in her mind, casting shadows over her thoughts and causing her resolve to falter. She struggled to maintain her composure, but the unsettling truth of his statement gnawed at her, chipping away at her defenses.

Kuon’s hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. His touch was unexpectedly gentle, yet it churned a storm of fear within her. The contrast between his softness and the darkness in his eyes was unnerving, as if he were a predator toying with his prey. 

With a strange mix of tenderness and menace, Kuon slowly knelt down before her, his presence looming as he pried her legs apart. The movement was deliberate, almost reverent, as he took hold of one of her thighs. [Name]’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt the heat radiating from him, a palpable intensity that made her skin crawl. Her body shivered involuntarily, a reaction to the mingled sensations of fear and a strange, helpless vulnerability.

Not a moment longer, Kuon sank his fangs into her thigh, the sharpness of his teeth piercing her flesh with a sudden, excruciating pain. 

A scream erupted from [Name]'s lips, raw and desperate, echoing through the stillness of the night. “Please, stop! Get away from me!” she begged, her voice trembling as she writhed in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears, swallowed by the darkness that enveloped them. Kuon was lost in his primal instinct, feasting on her blood with a fervor that sent shockwaves of terror coursing through her. Each gulp he took was a reminder of her helplessness, a stark contrast to the life that was ebbing away from her.

As he savored the rich flavor of her blood, his red eyes glinted with amusement and an obsessive hunger, reflecting a twisted joy that sent chills down her spine. The more he consumed, the more he seemed to revel in the power he wielded over her, as if her suffering was the very essence of his existence. 

[Name] could feel herself slipping away, the darkness creeping in around the edges of her vision, but Kuon remained, a haunting figure of twisted desire and insatiable hunger, consuming both her blood and her very spirit.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap. Both Kuon and [Name] froze, his head snapping toward the entrance. A dark silhouette stood in the doorway, illuminated by the pale moonlight.

"Step away from her," a low, cold voice commanded, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Kuon’s smirk faded, replaced by a scowl of irritation. "Oh, great. Another hero," he muttered, turning to face the intruder.

[Name]’s breath hitched as she recognized the figure. It was Barou, his eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. His expression was unreadable, but the simmering anger beneath the surface was palpable.

"You're interrupting something private," Kuon sneered, his cocky demeanor returning as he crossed his arms. "Why don’t you leave before you get hurt, selfish king?"

Barou stepped forward, his movements deliberate and controlled. "Let her go," he repeated, his tone colder than ice.

Kuon tilted his head, clearly enjoying the challenge. "And if I don’t?" he asked, baring his fangs slightly in a subtle threat.

Barou’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air in the room seemed to crackle with tension. "Then you’ll regret it," he said simply.

[Name] watched the standoff with bated breath, her fear momentarily eclipsed by the hope that someone had finally come to her rescue. But the question remained—would Barou be able to protect her from Kuon’s monstrous strength, or was she simply trading one danger for another?

Kuon chuckled, the sound low and mocking, as he stepped away from [Name] with deliberate slowness. "Regret it, huh? Big words, Barou. But let’s see if you can back them up." His fangs glinted as he smirked, his crimson eyes narrowing with amusement and challenge.

[Name] clung to the altar behind her, her knees trembling as she glanced between the two. Barou’s presence was commanding, his aura exuding raw power and authority. But even with him here, the tension between the two vampires was suffocating, their power pressing against her like a physical force.

Barou's expression was sharp, his red eyes boring into Kuon with a mixture of disdain and restrained fury. "Step away from her," he repeated, his voice calm but laced with a deadly edge. His towering figure loomed over the space, a silent promise of retribution.

Kuon sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up as if conceding. "Fine, fine," he drawled, taking a step back. "I’ll let her go… for now." His gaze flicked to [Name], his eyes softening into something disturbingly tender. "But remember, [Name], I’ll always be watching. You can’t hide from me."

Her stomach churned at his words, and she clenched her fists to stop her hands from trembling. She didn’t trust herself to speak, afraid her voice would betray her fear.

As Kuon turned to leave, he paused, throwing one last smirk over his shoulder. "Oh, and Barou? You might have won this little round, but don’t think for a second that this is over. I’m not done with her yet." With that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving an oppressive silence in his wake.

[Name] exhaled shakily, her legs finally giving out as she slumped against the altar. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she forced them back, refusing to let the fear consume her.

Barou approached her slowly, his heavy steps reverberating through the hollow church. His sharp eyes softened slightly as he crouched down to her level, his large frame casting a shadow over her. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice gruff but quieter now.

She shook her head, though her body still trembled and exhausted. " I’m… I’m okay," she stammered, avoiding his gaze. "I didn’t think anyone… would come."

Barou’s jaw tightened at her words, his golden eyes flickering with a dangerous light. "You think I’d let that scum get away with this?" he muttered, more to himself than to her. His tone was low, but the anger in his voice was unmistakable. "Ruka wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t step in. And neither would I."

Her eyes widened slightly at the mention of her cousin. Of course, this was Ruka’s doing—his way of keeping her “protected.” But Barou's tone held something more than obligation; there was an undercurrent of personal resolve.

"He’s not going to stop, is he?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Barou exhaled sharply, his frown deepening. "No," he admitted bluntly. "But that doesn’t mean you have to deal with him on your own." He glanced away, his expression tightening. "You’re under my watch now. No one’s touching you—not Kuon, not anyone."

[Name] blinked up at him, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Despite his gruff demeanor, his words brought a small measure of comfort, a flicker of hope in the midst of her fear.

Barou stood and extended his hand to her. His large palm hovered in front of her, steady and resolute. "Come on," he said. "Let’s get you out of here."

Hesitating only for a moment, [Name] took his hand. His grip was firm, grounding her as he helped her to her feet. Standing beside him, she felt dwarfed by his presence, but for the first time that night, she didn’t feel entirely vulnerable.

As they walked out of the church, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over the ruins, [Name] couldn’t stop herself from glancing at Barou. His silence was heavy, his focus locked straight ahead, but his protective stance gave her a strange sense of security.

A question nagged at her, though. "Barou," she murmured hesitantly, "how did you know where I was?"

He didn’t look at her, his gaze still fixed forward. "I didn’t," he replied gruffly. "Ruka’s been keeping tabs on you, and I’ve been keeping tabs on him. When I heard Kuon was lurking nearby, it wasn’t hard to figure out the rest."

Her lips parted in surprise, but no words came out. She looked down, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her skirt. "Thank you," she said softly. "I mean it. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come."

Barou stopped walking, turning to look at her with an unreadable expression. "You’re safe now," he said simply. "That’s all that matters."

As they continued down the quiet streets, Barou’s towering presence beside her, [Name] felt the weight of the night’s events begin to lift—if only slightly. But deep down, she knew this was only the beginning.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the quiet cooking club room, casting a soft glow on the polished counters and neatly arranged utensils. [Name] stood at the sink, humming quietly to herself as she washed the last of the dishes. The aroma of freshly made takoyaki lingered in the air—a comforting blend of savory batter, octopus, and a hint of seaweed.

The club room was hers today, a rare escape from the chaos of her usual life. Sundays meant no official club activities, which gave her free rein to cook to her heart's content. Today, takoyaki had been on her mind, and she'd spent the last hour perfecting the crisp yet tender spheres, carefully plating them with drizzle patterns of sauce and mayonnaise.

The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open behind her. [Name] paused, her hands still submerged in soapy water, and glanced over her shoulder.

Standing in the doorway was none other than Eita Otoya. He leaned against the doorframe with a casual confidence, his sharp, fox-like features accentuated by his ever-present smirk. His white hair  with green bang was slightly tousled, giving him a roguish sly charm that he undoubtedly used to his advantage.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Eita drawled as he stepped inside, his voice smooth and playful. "I didn’t think anyone would be in today, but I guess I’ve been blessed with some unexpected company."

[Name] blinked in surprise before offering a polite smile. "Oh, Otoya. I didn’t expect anyone else either. Just… cleaning up after cooking."

Eita’s smirk widened as he approached, his hands slipping casually into his pockets. "Cooking, huh? Let me guess—you made something amazing, didn’t you? It smells too good for it to be anything else."

She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she returned her attention to the dishes. "I made takoyaki. Nothing fancy."

"Takoyaki?" Eita repeated, feigning astonishment. "Come on, [Name], don’t sell yourself short. Knowing you, it’s probably the best takoyaki anyone’s ever tasted."

[Name]’s cheeks warmed slightly at the compliment, though she quickly brushed it off. "I wouldn’t go that far. I was just experimenting with the recipe."

Eita leaned against the counter beside her, his sharp eyes watching her intently as she worked. "Experimenting or not, I’d bet money it’s better than anything I could make." He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a flirtatious murmur. "You know, you could always teach me. I wouldn’t mind a private cooking lesson from someone as talented—and cute—as you."

[Name] glanced at him, her lips twitching into a faint smile. "You? Cooking? I can’t imagine you having the patience for it."

"Hey, I’m a quick learner," Eita said with a playful grin, placing a hand over his heart as though wounded by her doubt. "Especially if it means spending more time with you."

Her smile widened slightly, though she rolled her eyes at his attempt to charm her. "You’re impossible."

Eita chuckled, clearly pleased that he’d managed to draw a reaction out of her. His attention shifted to the counter, where the plate of takoyaki sat neatly arranged. His eyes lit up as he reached out and plucked one of the golden-brown spheres from the plate.

"These look amazing," he said, holding up the takoyaki as if appraising it. Then, with a sudden idea, he turned back to [Name], the smirk returning to his face. "Say ‘ah.’"

She blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. "What?"

"You heard me," Eita said, stepping closer and holding the takoyaki out toward her. "Come on, let me feed you. It’s only fair—I mean, you made these, right? You deserve the first bite."

[Name] hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly at the forwardness of his actions. "I… I can eat it myself, you know," she said, attempting to deflect his playful gesture.

"But where’s the fun in that?" he teased, leaning in just enough to make the distance between them feel charged. His tone was light, but his gaze was sharp, studying her reaction with an almost predatory curiosity. "Come on, [Name]. Just humor me a little."

She sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to give up so easily. Reluctantly, she leaned forward and took a small bite of the takoyaki he held out. The savory flavors melted on her tongue, and she had to admit it was pretty good.

"See?" Eita said triumphantly, his grin widening as he pulled the rest of the takoyaki back and popped it into his own mouth. "Delicious. Just like I thought. You really are talented, [Name]."

She shook her head, half amused and half exasperated by his antics. "You’re ridiculous, Otoya. But thanks, I guess."

He leaned against the counter, his expression softening slightly as he watched her. "You know, I don’t get why you don’t join us more often. You’re way more fun to hang out with than half the people I know."

[Name] raised an eyebrow at him, her skepticism clear. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"It’s the truth," he said, his tone surprisingly earnest. But then, true to form, his smirk returned. "Besides, it’s not every day I get to see someone so cute getting all flustered."

[Name] rolled her eyes again, though she couldn’t completely hide the small smile that tugged at her lips. For all his shameless flirting, Eita’s company wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

The two fell into a comfortable rhythm after that, with Eita occasionally sneaking more takoyaki from the plate and [Name] half-heartedly scolding him for it. Though she wasn’t completely swayed by his charm, there was something oddly relaxing about his presence—like a distraction from the chaos that had defined her life recently.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting warm hues across the club room, [Name] found herself grateful for the moment of normalcy, however fleeting it might be.

The comfortable rhythm of their conversation continued as Eita leaned lazily against the counter, his fox-like grin never wavering. [Name], still skeptical of his intentions but amused by his antics, picked up another takoyaki from the plate with her chopsticks.

“Alright, your turn,” Eita said, pointing at her with a playful gleam in his eyes.

[Name] raised an eyebrow. “My turn for what?”

“To feed me,” he replied smoothly, crossing his arms as though the idea was entirely natural. “I fed you, so it’s only fair you return the favor, don’t you think?”

[Name] stared at him, momentarily dumbfounded. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Eita’s grin widened, his tone carrying a mock innocence. “Come on, [Name]. Don’t leave me hanging. It’s only fair.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. “You’re unbelievable. Fine, but don’t make this weird.”

Eita’s smirk deepened as she begrudgingly raised the takoyaki to his mouth. He leaned forward slightly, biting into it with a satisfied hum. “Delicious. But you know what makes it even better?”

“What?” she asked, already regretting indulging him.

“The fact that you’re the one feeding me,” he said, his voice dipping into a teasing lilt.

[Name] rolled her eyes, setting the chopsticks back on the counter. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Before she could grab another piece of takoyaki, Eita suddenly reached for [Name]’s hand with a speed that left her breathless. His movements were smooth and deliberate, an elegant predator in a world that had suddenly narrowed down to just the two of them. He pulled her toward him, and the sudden shift caught her off guard, causing her to stumble slightly. Her free hand instinctively landed on his chest, the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric of his shirt, and their faces drew alarmingly close.

“O-Otoya!” she stammered, her voice a mix of surprise and annoyance, her heart racing in a wild rhythm against her ribcage. “What are you—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his voice a low murmur that seemed to envelop her like a shroud. His fingers gently tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes, sharp and sly, held a glint of something deeper—something calculating that sent a shiver down her spine.

Before she could fully comprehend his intentions, Eita leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her skin. 

The world around them faded into a background hum as he closed the distance, and she could feel the tension crackling in the air. 

“You’ve been so tempting, [Name],” he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of desire and something darker. “I’ve waited too long for this moment.”

Panic surged within her as she realized what was about to happen. “No! Otoya, don’t!” she pleaded, trying to pull away, but his grip on her wrist tightened, anchoring her in place. 

The playful facade he wore melted away, revealing a hunger that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

In an instant, Eita sank his teeth into her flesh, the sharpness of his fangs piercing her skin with a sudden, brutal force. A gasp escaped her lips, quickly morphing into a cry of agony as pain shot through her throat. 

The sensation was a jarring mix of searing pain and an overwhelming rush of vulnerability as he began to drink her blood, his lips curling around the wound as he savored the taste.

[Name] struggled against him, her instincts screaming for her to escape. She kicked her legs, trying to push him away, but he was relentless, his strength far surpassing her own.

 “Let me go!” she cried, the desperation in her voice rising as she felt the warmth of her life ebbing away. But her pleas were met with silence, swallowed by the intensity of his feeding.

Eita drank deeply, his eyes closing in pure ecstasy, a low growl emanating from his throat as he reveled in the warmth of her blood. Each gulp sent waves of weakness coursing through her body, and she felt herself slipping. 

The world around her blurred, the vibrant colors dimming as darkness crept in at the edges of her vision.

“[Name],” he murmured between drinks, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You taste even better than I imagined. I want you” 

With each word, the weight of his obsession pressed down on her, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. She felt a mix of despair and confusion, her body betraying her as she fought to stay conscious. 

But with every heartbeat, Eita’s hold on her tightened, and she could feel the pull of oblivion beckoning her closer.

For a moment, [Name] froze, her breath catching as his expression softened into something almost tender. Yet, the sly edge to his grin remained. “You know, [Name],” he began, his voice low and smooth, “you really don’t realize how beautiful you are, do you?”

She blinked, heat rising to her cheeks as she quickly tried to push him away. “Otoya, stop it. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking,” he said, his grip firm but not forceful. “I’m being completely serious here.”

“Otoya—”

He cut her off again, his voice turning playful. “You have no idea, do you? How much competition I have?”

“Competition?” [Name] repeated, her brow furrowing. “What are you even talking about?”

Eita chuckled, the sound low and almost predatory. “You’re seriously clueless, aren’t you? Do you know how many guys are after you, [Name]? The New Generation 11? Every single one of them.”

[Name]’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

“Not just them,” he continued, his tone becoming more intense, as if he were listing off names for dramatic effect. “The U-20 team, too. Even Hiori, your childhood best friend, and Karasu, your precious senpai. They’re all in love with you. You’re like… this impossible prize everyone’s fighting for.”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. The weight of his statement left her stunned, her mind racing to process the absurdity of it all.

Eita took advantage of her momentary silence, leaning in even closer until their faces were mere inches apart. His voice softened into a whisper, dripping with false sweetness. “But none of them can appreciate you like I do, [Name]. None of them can make you feel like I can.”

Before she could respond, Eita closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a sudden, forceful kiss that sent shockwaves through her entire being. The world around them faded into a blur as the warmth of his mouth enveloped hers, igniting a fire that pooled low in her stomach.

[Name]’s eyes widened in shock, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest, trying to push him away. But Eita held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with practiced ease. There was a raw intensity in his touch, a confidence that was both thrilling and terrifying. The warmth of his breath mingled with hers, each exhale a tantalizing invitation that overwhelmed her senses.

Panic surged through her as she struggled against him, her mind racing with a mixture of indignation and bewilderment. “Otoya, stop—” she managed to gasp, but he was relentless, his mouth claiming hers with an urgency that left her breathless. 

The kiss was a whirlwind of sensations; the softness of his lips contrasted sharply with the firm way he held her, as if he were marking his territory. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the undeniable chemistry crackling in the air around them. It was intoxicating, yet it sent a jolt of rebellion coursing through her veins. How dare he?

When he finally pulled back, his smirk returned, though his gaze was more intense now, a spark of possessiveness lighting his sharp eyes. “See? No one else can get this close to you, can they?” His voice was low, dripping with a mix of triumph and challenge that made her pulse race.

[Name]'s hand shot up, wiping her lips as she glared at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and something she refused to acknowledge. “You’re unbelievable! How dare you—”

“Relax,” he interrupted, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained, infuriating her further. “It was just a kiss. Nothing to get so worked up about.” 

She stepped back, desperately trying to put some much-needed distance between them as she fought to steady her racing heart. “You’re out of your mind, Otoya!”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a casual shrug, his grin unwavering. “But at least I’m honest about how I feel. Can any of the others say the same?” 

[Name] didn’t respond, her mind too clouded with frustration and confusion to come up with a retort. The air around them felt charged, electric with a tension that lingered like a storm ready to break. It was a heady mix of anger, attraction, and the undeniable connection that seemed to draw them together despite her better judgment.

Eita finally stepped back, giving her space as he casually grabbed another piece of takoyaki from the plate. “Thanks for the snack, [Name]. You’ve got talent, both in cooking and… other areas.” He winked, popping the takoyaki into his mouth with a playful flourish, the casualness of his demeanor contrasting sharply with the intensity of their earlier exchange.

Before leaving, he glanced over his shoulder, his smirk softening into something more genuine—though no less mischievous. “Think about what I said, okay?” His words lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the kiss and the implications behind it, and that terrible blood sucking. How. Dare. He.

And with that, he was gone, leaving [Name] standing in the club room, her emotions a whirlwind of confusion, saddened, and an undeniable anger that she couldn’t quite name. The taste of him still lingered on her lips, a reminder of the moment that had shaken her to her core, and as she leaned against the wall, her heart raced with the realization that things could never be the same again.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The cooking club room felt stifling now. The air seemed heavier, and [Name]’s thoughts swirled like a storm. Eita’s words replayed in her head, his confident smirk etched in her memory.

"You have no idea… how much competition I have. The New Gen 11… U-20… even Hiori and Karasu…"

She huffed, shaking her head as she walked down the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the quiet building. “He’s just trying to get under my skin,” she muttered to herself, gripping her bag tightly. “There’s no way. He can’t be serious.”

But despite her attempts to dismiss his claims, a seed of doubt lingered. Could it be true? Did so many people really feel that way about her? And if they did, why hadn’t she noticed?

“I need some air,” she said aloud, her voice firm as if to push her doubts away. The rooftop had always been her refuge—a place where she could think clearly without interruptions.

Reaching the staircase, [Name] ascended quickly, her mind still clouded. She pushed open the heavy metal door to the rooftop, the fresh breeze instantly greeting her. The scent of autumn leaves lingered in the air, and the city skyline stretched out before her.

The rooftop was quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of wind. [Name] walked over to the edge, placing her hands on the cool metal railing as she let out a sigh.

“Ridiculous,” she said under her breath. “As if half the world is obsessed with me. Otoya’s full of himself.” She shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I shouldn’t have let him get to me.”

Just as she closed her eyes, trying to center her thoughts, a sound broke through the silence.

It was deep, smooth, and hauntingly beautiful—a hum that resonated through the air like the call of an ethereal being.

[Name] froze, her breath catching. The melody carried a strange allure, tugging at something deep within her. It was unlike anything she’d heard before, yet it felt oddly familiar.

“Is someone… singing?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the haunting tune. She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the empty rooftop.

No one was there.

The melody continued, weaving through the air like silk, growing more mesmerizing with every passing second. It felt almost otherworldly, as if it didn’t belong to this realm.

[Name] stepped away from the railing, her heart pounding. The hum seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, enveloping her in its mysterious embrace.

“Who’s there?” she called out, her voice trembling slightly.

The sound stopped.

A sudden silence fell over the rooftop, so absolute it made the air feel heavier. [Name]’s pulse quickened as she glanced around, her eyes darting to every corner of the space.

She walked slowly, her shoes clicking softly against the concrete as she searched for the source. “Hello?” she called again, her voice echoing faintly. “Is someone here?”

Nothing.

Her brow furrowed. She could’ve sworn someone had been there—someone just out of sight. The sound had been so clear, so close, yet there wasn’t a single soul in sight.

“Am I imagining things?” she muttered to herself, her voice shaky. “It felt so real…”

Her eyes landed on a shadow near the far corner of the rooftop. It was fleeting, barely perceptible, but it sent a shiver down her spine. She took a step closer, but when she reached the spot, there was nothing there.

“Great. Now I’m seeing things,” she said, trying to steady her breathing.

Still, the hum lingered in her mind, its haunting beauty etched into her memory. It wasn’t something she could simply dismiss. It felt like a call—like whoever, or whatever, had been there wanted her attention.

But why?

Shaking her head, [Name] stepped back toward the railing, gripping it tightly as she tried to make sense of the situation. The wind picked up, ruffling her hair as she stared out at the horizon.

“I need to stop overthinking,” she told herself firmly. “It’s probably just the wind or… or something stupid like that.”

And yet, deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone.

As she turned to leave the rooftop, her steps hesitant, she cast one last glance over her shoulder. The space was empty, the stillness almost unsettling.

But as she reached the door, she thought she heard it again—a faint, lingering note, as if the melody was bidding her farewell.

[Name] paused, her hand on the doorknob. For a moment, she considered staying, waiting to see if the mysterious presence would reveal itself.

Instead, she shook her head and opened the door. “I’m just imagining things,” she whispered, stepping into the stairwell. “That’s all it is.”

As the door closed behind her, the rooftop fell silent once more, the haunting hum fading into the wind as if it had never been there.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The library was quiet, save for the faint rustle of pages being turned and the occasional soft hum of the air conditioning. [Name] walked through the rows of bookshelves, her bag slung over her shoulder and a determined look on her face. Tomorrow was the start of exams, and despite her confidence in most subjects, history loomed over her like a shadow. It wasn’t her strongest suit, and the thought of it threatened to ruin her plans for a carefree fall break.

She found an empty desk near the back of the library, away from prying eyes, and set down her things. The desk quickly filled with books—massive, intimidating tomes about wars, treaties, and ancient civilizations. “Alright,” she muttered to herself, cracking open the first book. “Let’s do this.”

For the first hour, her focus was sharp. She jotted down notes, underlined important details, and tested herself on key dates. But by the second hour, the words on the pages started to blur. [Name] yawned, covering her mouth as her eyes watered slightly. “No, no, no,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Stay awake. You have to get through this.”

She stretched her arms over her head, twisting her neck to the side to loosen the stiffness setting into her shoulders. The peaceful silence of the library made it harder to stay alert, and she found herself stifling yet another yawn.

Just as she rubbed her eyes and tried to refocus, a shadow fell across her desk.

“You look like you’re drowning in history,” a familiar voice teased.

[Name] blinked up, her vision adjusting to see Reo standing there, a charming smile playing on his lips. His violet eyes gleamed with curiosity as he looked at the mountain of books surrounding her. He was dressed casually, his blazer slung over one shoulder, but he still had an air of effortless elegance about him.

“Reo?” she asked, her voice laced with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I was passing by and saw you through the window,” he explained, pulling out the chair opposite her and sitting down. “Thought I’d check in. You looked pretty intense.” He glanced at her stack of books and raised an eyebrow. “History, huh? That bad?”

[Name] let out a small laugh, leaning back in her chair. “Let’s just say it’s not my favorite. I’m fine, though—just tired.”

Reo rested his chin on his hand, studying her carefully. “You sure? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She waved him off, offering a tired smile. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I just need to power through a bit longer.”

Reo smirked, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed. “You’ve got a strong will, I’ll give you that. I don’t think I’d survive if I had to study all of… this.” He gestured vaguely at the pile of books.

“Believe me, I don’t want to,” [Name] admitted, tapping her pen against her notebook. “But I need to pass this exam. I’m not letting history ruin my fall break.”

Reo chuckled, his laughter light and melodic. “Fair enough. So, after exams, any big plans for your precious fall break?”

She shook her head, a small shrug accompanying the motion. “Not really. Just want to relax and maybe catch up on some shows. Nothing too exciting.”

Reo tilted his head, his violet eyes narrowing slightly as a sly smile spread across his face. “Well, in that case, how about you hang out with me and Nagi? We’ve got tickets to Central Point Tower, but he decided to ditch at the last minute, so I’ve got an extra spot. It’d be fun.”

[Name] blinked, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. “Central Point Tower? Isn’t that the fancy new observation deck downtown?”

“Exactly,” Reo said, leaning forward slightly. “It’s got everything—an amazing view, great food, and even a VR game section. It’d be a shame to let the extra ticket go to waste.”

She hesitated, glancing at her notes before meeting his expectant gaze. Despite her initial reluctance, she found herself nodding. “Alright, I’ll go. Sounds like fun.”

Reo’s smile widened, his satisfaction evident. “Good choice. You won’t regret it.” He stood up, smoothing out his blazer. “Now, I’ll let you get back to your history dump of knowledge. Good luck, [Name].”

“Thanks,” she said, waving as he walked away. “See you after exams.”

He gave her a casual salute before disappearing around the corner, leaving her alone once more.

[Name] exhaled, a faint smile lingering on her lips. Reo’s visit had been unexpected, but it had lifted her spirits. She turned back to her books, feeling a bit more energized as she resumed her studies.

But even as she tried to focus on the intricacies of historical events, her mind occasionally wandered to his invitation. ‘Central Point Tower, huh? It might be a nice change of pace after all the stress of exams.’

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The classroom was filled with the quiet rustling of papers and the faint hum of the overhead lights. [Name] sat at her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration as she worked through her Mathematics exam. The equations sprawled across the pages before her, each one demanding her full attention. She carefully wrote out her work, glancing occasionally at her calculator to ensure every number was precise. Her pen moved swiftly but methodically, the sound of it scratching against the paper blending into the background noise of other students doing the same.

[Name]’s mind was laser-focused, her heart steady. This was one subject she had prepared extensively for, having spent the morning drilling formulas and problem-solving techniques into her brain. Still, she double-checked every answer, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

The large digital clock on the board buzzed, signaling the end of the exam period. Mr. Lavinho’s authoritative voice cut through the silence. “Alright, time’s up. Pencils down, everyone.”

A collective groan erupted across the room as students reluctantly set their pencils aside.

“Finally,” Kira Ryosuke muttered, leaning back in his chair with a relieved sigh. He ran a hand through his sandy hair, glancing at [Name]. “That was brutal. At least the first part is over.”

[Name] exhaled deeply, the tension in her shoulders easing as she placed her pencil on the desk. “Yeah,” she agreed softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “But it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Studying this morning helped a lot.”

Across the room, Gagamaru Gin had his head down on his desk, his hair tied messily around him. He groaned loudly, muffled against the surface of his table. “Math is not my strong suite” He spoke monotonous way.

“Math isn’t supposed to be your friend,” [Name] teased gently, packing up her calculator and notebook. “It’s just supposed to make sense.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t,” Gagamaru retorted, lifting his head slightly to eye at her, though his expression was more pitiful than intimidating.

Mr. Lavinho began walking between the rows of desks, collecting exams from each student. His cheerful yet commanding presence lightened the tense atmosphere. “Good work today, everyone. I know Mathematics can be a tough one, but I’m proud of the effort I saw. Keep it up for the rest of the week, alright?”

His words elicited a mix of grumbles and murmured thanks from the class. [Name] felt a small flicker of relief at his encouragement.

Kira stretched his arms over his head, letting out a groan of his own. “One down, seven to go,” he said, his voice filled with exhaustion but also a hint of optimism. “I just hope the Business exam isn’t as bad as this.”

[Name] glanced at her schedule in her planner, confirming the next exam. Business wasn’t her favorite subject, but she felt confident enough in her preparation. “At least it’s multiple choice,” she offered, trying to sound reassuring.

“That’s what they always say,” Gagamaru interjected, slumping further into his seat. “But then you get hit with all those ‘choose the best answer’ questions. It’s a trap, I’m telling you.”

[Name] chuckled softly at his theatrics, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her notebook. “You’ll survive. You always do.”

“Barely,” he mumbled, finally sitting up straight. His eyes glanced toward the clock. “When’s the next exam?”

Kira checked his phone, his brow furrowing slightly. “We’ve got about fifteen minutes. Enough time to stretch or grab some water.”

[Name] stood, smoothing out her skirt and gathering her materials. “I’m going to head to the vending machine. I need something to keep me going.”

“Grab me a water?” Gagamaru called after her.

[Name] turned back briefly, nodding with a small smile. “Sure thing.”

As she made her way out of the classroom, she overheard snippets of conversations from her classmates. Some were venting about tricky questions, others were already moving on to discussing the next test. The tension in the air was palpable, but [Name] allowed herself a moment to enjoy the temporary reprieve.

The vending machine stood in the corner of the hallway, and [Name] carefully inserted a few coins, punching the buttons for a bottle of green tea and a sports drink for Gagamaru. As the drinks clunked into the tray below, she exhaled softly.

“Just one down,” she muttered to herself, gripping the bottles tightly. “I can handle this.”

With renewed determination, she returned to the classroom, ready to tackle Economical Biology head-on.

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The atmosphere in the classroom was tense as the students tackled their Economical Biology exams. [Name] sat at her desk, her pen moving steadily as she filled in the blanks with precise answers. This section relied heavily on memory and understanding of key definitions, and she thanked her early-morning study sessions for her confidence. Each question seemed like a test of focus and clarity, but [Name] remained composed, jotting down her explanations for the biology problems in detailed, neat handwriting.

To her left, Aryu Jyubei wrote with a flourish, his pen gliding across the paper as though the exam was a work of art. Every motion of his wrist exuded elegance, and even while answering scientific questions, he maintained an air of sophistication.

To her right, however, Isagi Yoichi was visibly struggling. His brows were knit in frustration as he stared at the fill-in-the-blank section. His pen hovered uncertainly above the page before retreating to scratch his head, and he muttered to himself as he tried to recall the definitions that seemed just out of reach.

Ms. Bogdanova loomed at the front of the room, her sharp gaze sweeping over the students like a hawk searching for prey. The stern look in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t tolerating any distractions or wandering eyes. She crossed her arms and leaned against the teacher's desk, her presence alone enough to keep everyone glued to their own papers.

[Name] finished her exam a few minutes before the timer beeped but didn’t immediately set her pen down. Instead, she meticulously went through each question, double-checking her answers and making sure she hadn’t overlooked anything. Satisfied that everything was accounted for, she leaned back slightly, allowing herself a small moment of relief.

As the timer on the board beeped, Ms. Bogdanova’s voice cut through the silence. “Time is up. Pens down.”

There was a collective exhale as students reluctantly put their pens aside. Aryu leaned back in his chair, stretching with a graceful motion that somehow made even exhaustion look stylish. “Ah, the exam is over,” he said with a content sigh. “Not bad. My answers were as perfect as my hair.”

[Name] chuckled softly, appreciating his flair even in a stressful situation. She packed up her materials while glancing at Yoichi, who looked far less relieved. He groaned, slumping forward onto his desk with a defeated sigh.

“I didn’t even finish,” Yoichi mumbled, staring despondently at his partially blank exam paper as Ms. Bogdanova began collecting them. “Why do they have to make these so long?”

[Name] offered him a kind smile. “Hey, it’s not the end of the world. You can always finish it on Friday during the make-up session.”

Yoichi looked up at her, his expression still glum but slightly less so. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks, [Name].”

Aryu, ever the picture of poise, chimed in. “Indeed, Isagii-kun. A temporary stumble does not define your elegance. You’ll recover splendidly, I’m sure.”

Yoichi blinked at him, not entirely sure how to respond to that, but eventually nodded. “Uh… thanks, Aryu.”

With the exams collected and the second part of the day officially over, the students began gathering their belongings. The energy in the room shifted from tense to relaxed as the realization that they were free for the day set in.

[Name] slung her bag over her shoulder, stretching her arms to shake off the stiffness of sitting for so long. “Two down, six to go,” she said lightly, her tone filled with cautious optimism.

Yoichi managed a small smile. “Let’s just hope tomorrow’s subjects are kinder.”

“Psychology and History,” [Name] mused, already mentally preparing for another long night of reviewing. “It could be worse.”

Aryu adjusted his scarf with a flourish, smiling as if exams were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “No matter the challenge, always face it with style. Now, I’m off to reward myself with a protein smoothie. Farewell!”

As Aryu glided out of the room, Yoichi shook his head, amused despite himself. “That guy really doesn’t change, does he?”

[Name] laughed softly, waving goodbye to both boys as she made her way out of the classroom. The day wasn’t over, but for now, she allowed herself a moment of peace, knowing she had done her best.

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The soft hum of the vending machines filled the quiet campus gift shop as [Name] stood in front of the soda display, deciding between a lemon-lime soda or an iced tea. Her throat felt parched after the day’s exams, and she needed something refreshing. Finally settling on the soda, she grabbed one and turned to see Nijiro by her side, cradling a bottle of peach-flavored water in his hand.

“Want me to grab one for you too?” [Name] asked, smiling.

Nijiro blinked, caught off guard by her offer, before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, uh… you don’t have to.”

“Come on, it’s no big deal,” she said with a grin, heading to the counter. Nijiro followed closely, offering a quiet thanks as [Name] paid for both their drinks.

As they walked out of the shop, cracking open their bottles, Nijiro took a long sip before letting out a sigh. “AP English today? It was brutal. Some of those essay prompts made my head spin.”

[Name] tilted her head sympathetically. “It was tough, but you’ve got a good grasp of analysis, Nanase. I’m sure you did great.”

He chuckled nervously, glancing at her. “I don’t know about that, but thanks. I mean, compared to you, I probably bombed it. You make everything look so easy.”

[Name] laughed, shaking her head. “Trust me, it’s not as easy as it looks. And tomorrow’s going to be rough. History is… not my strong suit.”

Nijiro frowned, sensing the worry in her voice. He took a moment to think before smiling softly. “You’ve got this, [Name]. Seriously. You’re one of the hardest-working people I know. History doesn’t stand a chance against you.”

She glanced at him, his genuine encouragement warming her nerves slightly. “Thanks, Nanase. I needed that.”

As they continued down the pathway, sipping their drinks, the two chatted lightly about the exams and their plans for the upcoming fall break. The day had taken on a calm, almost peaceful rhythm—until they were interrupted.

A tall figure blocked their path, and both [Name] and Nijiro stopped in their tracks. Standing before them, with an unnerving grin spread across his face, was Don Lorenzo.

“Ah, it's the little rabbit,” Lorenzo drawled, his deep voice filled with mockery and amusement. His golden grills linted in the sunlight as he tilted his head, observing her like a predator studying its prey.

[Name] felt an icy chill crawl down her spine as her grip tightened around her soda bottle. Nijiro, sensing her unease, shifted slightly closer to her, his brows furrowing.

Lorenzo’s grin widened as he took a step forward, his eyes flickering between the two of them. “Finally, we meet. I’ve been dying to see the girl who’s got everyone so... enchanted.”

“What do you want, Lorenzo?” [Name] asked, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling inside her.

Lorenzo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, casually taking a strand of her long black hair between his fingers. “You know, you’re quite the enigma, [Name]. This hair, this scent—” he leaned in slightly, inhaling dramatically, “—no wonder everyone’s losing their minds over you.”

[Name] froze, her discomfort visible in the way she stiffened. Nijiro, standing beside her, stepped in almost instinctively, moving to shield her from Lorenzo.

“Hey, back off,” Nijiro said firmly, his usually soft demeanor replaced with surprising determination. “She’s clearly uncomfortable.”

Lorenzo’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew sharper, more sinister. He dropped [Name]’s hair and turned his full attention to Nijiro, mockingly clapping his hands. “Oh, look at you. Playing the hero. How noble.”

Nijiro didn’t back down, keeping himself between [Name] and Lorenzo. “I’m just looking out for my friend.”

“Friend, huh?” Lorenzo sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. “How cute. But let’s not pretend you’re anything more than a little sidekick, Little Hero. Do you really think you can keep her safe from people like me? Or Ruka? Or the rest of us?”

[Name] had heard enough. Her patience snapped as she grabbed Nijiro’s hand and started walking away, pulling him with her. “Come on, Nanase. Let’s go.”

Lorenzo didn’t stop them, but his laughter followed them down the path, dark and unsettling. “Run along, little rabbit. But don’t think this is over, [Name]. You and I, we’ll have our time.”

[Name] didn’t look back, her hand tightening around Nijiro’s as they hurried away. Her heart pounded in her chest, not just from Lorenzo’s words but from the way he had looked at her—as if she were something to be owned, to be broken.

Nijiro, sensing her distress, spoke gently. “Are you okay? I should’ve done more back there…”

“You did enough,” [Name] said, her voice soft but resolute. She let out a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “Let’s just… let’s just stay away from him. From all of them.”

Nijiro nodded, his own unease clear in the way he glanced over his shoulder. Lorenzo might’ve let them go for now, but there was no mistaking the predatory hunger in his gaze. It wasn’t over.

Nanase Nijiro called after [Name], his pace quickening to catch up. “Wait, [Name]! Are you okay?” His voice was gentle, but concern laced his tone. He could see the tension in her shoulders as she walked ahead, gripping her soda tightly in one hand.

When she didn’t respond, he slowed his approach, not wanting to overwhelm her. But as he got closer, he noticed her trembling. “[Name]…” He stepped in front of her path, only to see the tears silently streaking down her cheeks.

“[Name]…” he said again, softer this time, his voice breaking with sympathy. He instinctively placed a hand on her shoulder, only for her to shake her head and look away, unable to meet his gaze.

Nijiro’s heart ached. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “You don’t have to say anything right now.” Without hesitation, he pulled her into a comforting hug, wrapping his arms around her as if shielding her from the world. [Name] stiffened at first but then sank into his embrace, her quiet sobs muffled against his chest.

“I hate it…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I hate how people treat me. Like I’m… like I’m some kind of prize to be won.”

Nijiro clenched his fists behind her, his jaw tightening. “You’re not a prize,” he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. He pulled back slightly, enough to look down at her tear-streaked face. “You’re [Name]. You’re kind, hardworking, and strong—stronger than anyone gives you credit for.”

She sniffled, looking up at him through her glasses. “I don’t feel strong.”

“You are,” Nijiro said with a small smile, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears with his thumb. “You’re standing tall despite all of this, aren’t you? That’s strength. And if it ever gets too heavy to carry alone, I’ll be here to help you.”

His words seemed to calm her, and she nodded, her grip on her drink loosening. Nijiro’s heart swelled with relief, though a pang of guilt followed. He’d always admired her—loved her, even—but he knew he couldn’t compete with the others vying for her attention. Still, seeing her like this, all he wanted was to protect her.

“Come on,” he said, forcing a lightness into his tone. “Let’s get out of here. How about we go to the garden? You could use some peace after… all that.”

[Name] hesitated but eventually nodded. “Okay,” she said softly, her voice still shaky but steadier now.

Nijiro smiled and held out his hand. She took it, her fingers wrapping around him hesitantly. Together, they walked away, leaving the tension of the moment behind.

But unbeknownst to them, Alexis Ness stood in the shadows, his phone raised, recording every second of their interaction. His lips curled into a smirk as he stopped the video. “Interesting…” he muttered, tucking his phone away. His mind was already racing with the possibilities of how to use this newfound piece of information.

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[Name] Sanzuku sat at her desk in the Psychology exam room, her pencil gliding smoothly across the paper as she worked through the written responses. The test covered everything from identifying psychological terms and parts of the brain to analyzing how humans react to various scenarios. Each question sparked confidence in her; she’d spent the last few weeks ensuring she understood the material.

She paused for a moment, tapping her pencil against her chin as she reviewed one of her answers about the limbic system’s role in emotional regulation. Satisfied with her reasoning, she moved on to the next question.

To her right, she could hear the faint muttering of Tokimitsu. He was hunched over his paper, his pencil scribbling furiously while he mumbled under his breath.

“C-come on, Aoishi. You studied for this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His hand trembled slightly as he worked through the problem, his nervous energy filling the air.

[Name] glanced at him, her expression softening. Poor guy, she thought. He’s so hard on himself.

On her left sat Itsuki, his typically calm demeanor strained by the exhaustion etched into his face. The dark circles under his eyes made it clear he’d been up all night studying. Yet, his focus never wavered, his pencil moving methodically as he tackled each question with precision. [Name] admired his determination, though she wished he’d taken better care of himself.

Her eyes wandered further down the rows of desks, spotting Kenyu Yukimiya sitting near the back. He had already finished his exam and was now engrossed in a book, his posture relaxed as if this was just another day for him. His calm aura was almost enviable. Nearby, Reo Mikage was also done with his test, though he wasn’t relaxing. Instead, he was jotting something in a notebook, his brow furrowed in thought. [Name] could only imagine he was strategizing or planning something, as usual.

The timer on the board ticked down, and [Name] turned her attention back to her paper. She carefully rechecked each of her answers, scanning for any mistakes or questions she might’ve overlooked.

When she was sure everything was in order, she put her pencil down and let out a quiet sigh of relief. One exam down, and she felt good about it.

A few minutes later, the timer buzzed, signaling the end of the exam.

“All right, pencils down!” Mr. Luna announced, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. “Pass your exams forward, please.”

[Name] collected the papers from her row and handed them to the student in front of her. As the exams were gathered, she leaned back in her seat, stretching her arms overhead.

Tokimitsu let out a shaky sigh beside her, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Oh man… I think I messed up on, like, half of that,” he muttered anxiously.

“You probably did better than you think,” [Name] said encouragingly. “You always overthink things, Tokimitsu.”

“I-I guess… but still…” He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly unconvinced.

On her other side, Itsuki closed his exam booklet and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long breath. “I don’t know if I’m relieved or just running on fumes,” he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

“You need sleep,” [Name] said pointedly. “You’re going to burn out if you keep this up.”

“I’ll sleep when the exams are over,” Itsuki replied with a faint smile.

[Name] shook her head but couldn’t help smiling back. “Just don’t collapse before then.”

As the students began to file out of the room, [Name] gathered her things and slung her bag over her shoulder. She cast one last glance at Yukimiya, who gave her a polite nod before returning to his book, and at Reo, who seemed lost in his own thoughts.

With her spirits lifted by the sense of accomplishment, she headed for the door, ready to tackle the next challenge that awaited her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The library was a quiet sanctuary in the heart of the bustling academy, its towering shelves filled with books that whispered of history, science, and imagination. [Name] Sanzuku sat at one of the farthest tables, her red glasses perched delicately on her nose as she scanned the open textbook in front of her. Her notes were spread out in a chaotic, yet strangely organized manner, and her fingers occasionally tapped the side of her pen against the table as she tried to commit the endless stream of dates and events to memory.

Her heterochromatic eyes moved swiftly across the page, absorbing every word. The faint smell of aged paper and the hum of the library’s air conditioning created a calming backdrop, one that momentarily masked her rising anxiety over the upcoming history exam.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated, a low buzz breaking the tranquil silence. Startled, [Name] fumbled to grab it, nearly knocking over a stack of flashcards. She glanced at the screen: Incoming Call - Koji. Her heart softened, and a small smile tugged at her lips.

“Koji?” she whispered, answering the call and holding the phone close to her ear.

“Hey Sis!” came her little brother’s surprised voice, loud enough that she instinctively glanced around to make sure she wasn’t disturbing anyone.

“Koji, keep your voice down,” she admonished softly, though there was no real annoyance in her tone.

“Oops, sorry,” Koji said, quieter now but still carrying his usual demeanor. “What are you doing? Are you studying? You always study too much.”

[Name] chuckled lightly, adjusting her glasses. “Of course I’m studying. Exams are in session you know. I can’t slack off like you always do.”

“Hey! I don’t slack off,” he defended, though his sheepish laugh gave him away. “Anyway, you won’t believe what I found!”

Her brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“Your poster!” he exclaimed proudly. “The one you said was lost forever. It was behind your desk this whole time. Guess I’m smarter than you, huh?”

[Name]’s mouth fell open in disbelief, and she nearly laughed out loud. “Koji! You were going through my stuff again, weren’t you?”

“Uh... maybe?” he admitted, not sounding the least bit guilty. “But it’s fine, right? I mean, you’re not even here to use it, and I was bored.”

Shaking her head, she leaned back in her chair, her hair brushing against her shoulders. “You’re incorrigible. But thanks for finding it, I guess.”

“See? You should thank me more often. I’m a great little brother.”

[Name] rolled her eyes, though a fond smile lingered on her lips. “You’re something, all right. So, what do you want, Koji? Besides rummaging through my room.”

His tone shifted slightly, becoming more earnest. “I just wanted to annoy you. It’s been kinda boring without you around, you know? The house is too quiet.”

She rolled her eyes at his comment but her heart ached a little at his words, and she softened her voice. “I miss you too, Koji. But I’ll be back soon. Fall break is only a few weeks away.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” she said firmly.

There was a pause, and then Koji spoke again, quieter this time. “Take care of yourself, okay? I know you’re always so busy, but don’t overdo it.”

“I will,” she assured him, her voice warm. “And you stay out of trouble, got it? No more snooping through my stuff.”

“No promises,” he replied cheekily, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bye, Koji. I’ll call you later.”

“Bye, [Name]-chan. Good luck with your exams”

The call ended, and [Name] stared at her phone for a moment, her smile lingering. She placed it back on the table, letting out a soft sigh. The brief conversation had been a welcome distraction, a reminder of home and the people who cared about her.

But the clock was ticking. The library’s clock chimed faintly, signaling that the break was nearly over. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her notes and dove back into her studies. The words on the page seemed to blur together, but she forced herself to focus, repeating dates and facts under her breath.

Just as the next bell rang, signaling the end of the break, [Name] felt a renewed determination. She closed her book with a quiet snap, her resolve stealing. ‘I’ll make you proud’, she thought, gathering her materials and preparing for her next class.

The library emptied quickly, but [Name] lingered for a moment longer, savoring the calm before stepping back into the whirlwind of academic life.

The school hallways were bustling with activity as students moved between classes, the sound of chatter and hurried footsteps echoing off the walls. [Name] Sanzuku walked briskly through the corridor, her mind racing as she mentally reviewed the key points for her upcoming history exam. The weight of her textbooks in one arm and her notepad in the other added to her sense of urgency, her hair  swaying with every step.

As she turned a corner, a small clattering noise reached her ears. She paused, looking down to see that her pencil had slipped from her grasp and rolled a few feet away. Muttering under her breath, she crouched to retrieve it.

Just as her fingers were about to close around the pencil, a shadow fell over her, and a hand—larger and calloused—picked it up first.

"Looking for this?" a deep, composed voice asked.

[Name] straightened, blinking as she took in the figure before her. The young man was strikingly unique, with light-colored hair styled into dreadlocks that framed his sharp, slanted eyes. His lean frame carried an air of quiet intensity, and his piercing gaze seemed to cut through her like a blade. His strong, masculine presence was undeniable, making him stand out even in a crowd.

The pencil rested in his hand as he held it out to her, his expression calm yet unreadable. "You should watch where you're going," he said in a low tone, his words clipped and deliberate. “The tide doesn’t wait for anyone.”

[Name] blinked in confusion, taken aback by his cryptic phrasing. Quickly recovering, she reached for the pencil. "Uh, thanks," she began, her tone polite but wary. However, his comment lingered in her mind, and she frowned slightly. "Wait a second. What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m clumsy?"

Kairu’s expression didn’t change, though the corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if he found her reaction mildly amusing. "It’s not about clumsiness," he replied, his voice as calm as the lapping waves. "It’s about awareness. If you don’t keep an eye on the shore, you’ll get swept away."

[Name] narrowed her eyes, feeling a flicker of annoyance rise within her. "Okay, Mr. Surfing Philosopher," she said, crossing her arms, "maybe try handing back someone’s pencil without throwing in unsolicited life lessons next time."

For the first time, something flickered in Kairu’s sharp gaze, though it was impossible to tell whether it was amusement, irritation, or something else entirely. He inclined his head slightly, his voice still calm. "Fair enough. But you should hurry. The bell’s about to ring."

Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the clock on the wall. Her eyes widened in panic. "Oh no, you’re right! I’m going to be late!" she exclaimed, her frustration with him momentarily forgotten.

Clutching her pencil tightly, she darted past him, her hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor. "Thanks again, I guess!" she called over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

Kairu remained where he stood, watching her retreating figure with an unreadable expression. His hand lingered in the air for a moment before dropping to his side. His gaze followed her, lingering on the way her thair swayed with every frantic step.

"Like a fish swimming against the current," he murmured to himself, the faintest hint of a smile curving his lips. His sharp, slanted eyes glinted with something deeper, something primal, as he turned on his heel and walked away. The noisy hallway seemed to fade into the background as his thoughts lingered on [Name].

Kairu Saramadara’s movements were slow and deliberate as he exited the hallway, a predator savoring the thrill of the chase.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The history classroom was unusually quiet, save for the faint scratch of pens on paper and the occasional sound of someone shifting in their seat. The overhead clock ticked ominously, its hands creeping closer to the hour. The tension in the room was palpable as the students focused intently on their exams, each immersed in their own battle with the questions before them.

[Name] sat in the middle of the classroom, her red glasses slipping slightly down her nose as she hunched over her paper. Her hair hung limply by her shoulders, almost as if mirroring the growing sense of defeat she felt. The first few questions had been manageable, but as she progressed, the historical dates and significant events blurred together in her mind. By the time she flipped to the middle of the exam, a bead of sweat had formed on her temple.

She glanced up at the whiteboard, where the countdown timer ticked mercilessly closer to zero. Fifteen minutes left. She swallowed hard and forced herself to focus. Come on, [Name], she thought, gripping her pen tightly. ‘You studied this. You know this! Just think!’

But the harder she tried to recall the answers, the more elusive they seemed. Questions about key historical treaties and landmark battles stared back at her mockingly, their blank answer spaces a stark reminder of her faltering memory. She tapped her pen against her paper nervously, earning a soft "shhh" from someone behind her.

“Ugh, sorry,” she whispered, her face heating up in embarrassment.

She glanced at the next question, her eyes scanning it rapidly: "What was the main objective of the Treaty of Kanagawa in 1854?"

Her mind blanked. Was it trade? Diplomacy? Something else entirely? She couldn't remember, and the weight of her indecision pressed down on her chest like a stone.

Five minutes left.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she flipped to the last page. The sight of the final questions almost made her cry in frustration. She scrawled out a hasty answer to one, then hesitated on the next, the seconds slipping away far too quickly.

“Time’s up!” Mr. Prince’s booming voice shattered the silence, and the sound of the timer hitting zero followed immediately. “Pens down, everyone. That’s it.”

A collective sigh of relief and frustration swept through the room. [Name] froze, staring at the unfinished final questions on her paper. She let out a defeated groan and slumped forward, resting her head against her desk.

“Why am I like this?” she muttered, her voice muffled against the wood. “I totally flopped that. There’s no way I passed…”

Mr. Prince strode around the classroom, his unkempt blond hair bouncing slightly as he collected the exams. “Thank you, mates,” he said with his usual mix of charisma and confidence. “Now remember, history doesn’t care for excuses. Either you know it, or you don’t. Let’s see how many of you make me proud this time.”

As he walked by, [Name] shoved her paper toward him without lifting her head.

Akira, seated beside her, leaned over slightly, his soft voice breaking the silence. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up, [Name]. This is just one exam,” he said, offering her a reassuring smile. “You’ve still got time to prepare for the make-ups on Friday. Think of this as practice.”

[Name] turned her head slightly, her cheek still pressed against the desk. “I don’t know, Akira,” she sighed. “It feels like I’m drowning in a whirlpool of dates and names. I thought I studied enough, but clearly not.”

Reiji, sitting a row behind, twisted in his seat to face her. His eyes were calm and understanding as he rested his chin on his palm. “[Name], stop being so hard on yourself,” he said in his smooth, almost melodic tone. “You’re not alone in this. A lot of us struggled, and it’s not like you didn’t try. Effort matters, too.”

She lifted her head slightly, her glasses crooked on her nose. “You guys make it sound so easy,” she grumbled. “But this exam was brutal.”

Reiji chuckled softly. “Trust me, I didn’t breeze through it either. But that’s the thing about challenges—they’re meant to push you. You’ll do better next time.”

Akira nodded in agreement. “Exactly. And if you need help reviewing, you’ve got us. We’ll make sure you’re ready for Friday.”

[Name] sat up fully now, their words beginning to chip away at the dark cloud of self-doubt hanging over her. She adjusted her glasses and managed a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, guys,” she said softly. “I appreciate it. I just… don’t want to fail.”

“And you won’t,” Akira said firmly. “You’ve got the determination. Just take this as a lesson and move forward.”

Reiji’s expression softened further, his voice lowering to a gentler tone. “Besides, no one’s perfect, [Name]. Not even you. So stop putting so much pressure on yourself.”

The warmth in their voices was enough to lift her spirits, even if just a little. She nodded, straightening her posture. “Alright,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I’ll try to focus on improving for the make-ups. But you guys better not let me slack off.”

Akira grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Reiji smirked. “Good. We’ll hold you to that.”

The tension in her chest eased as they shared a brief laugh. As the classroom emptied out for the next period, [Name] couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope reignite within her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The hallway was bustling with students as they left the classroom, chattering about the exam or their plans for the next break. [Name] walked beside Akira, her mood still dampened by her performance on the midterm but uplifted slightly by his earlier words of encouragement. Reiji had split off to head to his club, leaving the two to share a more casual moment.

Akira, ever the observant friend, noticed the lingering worry on [Name]'s face. “You’re still thinking about that exam, aren’t you?” he asked, his tone lighthearted as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

[Name] sighed, adjusting her glasses. “It’s hard not to. That exam was brutal, Akira. And I know Mr. Prince is going to roast us when he hands them back.”

“Well, if you’re that worried, maybe I can distract you for a second.” He grinned and unlocked his phone with a quick swipe. “There’s someone I want you to meet—virtually, at least.”

[Name] blinked, tilting her head. “Someone I should meet? Who?”

“An old friend of mine. He’s transferring here in the spring term.” Akira tapped through his gallery and turned the phone toward her. On the screen was a picture of a tall, tan boy with blonde hair that had dark stripes and a toothy sharp grin that seemed larger than life. His pose was exaggerated, with both thumbs pointed at himself as if to say, “I’m the man.”

“This,” Akira declared with a playful flourish, “is Taiga Tsunzaki. Certified disaster of a human being.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. “Disaster, huh? He looks... spirited.”

“Spirited is a generous word. This guy couldn’t charm his way out of a wet paper bag. And believe me, he’s tried.” Akira scrolled to another picture—this one showing Taiga with a bouquet of flowers, looking utterly dejected as a girl in the background walked away. “Case in point.”

[Name] couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Oh no, poor guy. He really puts himself out there, doesn’t he?”

“Puts himself out there is an understatement,” Akira said, laughing. “Taiga has a long, illustrious history of crash-and-burn moments. You’d think he’d stop after the fifth—or fiftieth—rejection, but nope. The guy’s got a heart made of titanium.”

“Sounds like someone who doesn’t give up easily,” [Name] said, though she couldn’t help but giggle again at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Oh, he doesn’t. But his flirting is so bad it’s almost an art form. Like, one time, he tried to impress a girl by juggling oranges in the cafeteria. He only made it through two tosses before they all hit the floor. He still called it a win, though.”

[Name] burst out laughing, earning a few curious glances from passing students. She quickly covered her mouth, her cheeks flushing. “You’re kidding!”

“Dead serious,” Akira said with a smirk. “And just when you think it can’t get worse…” He swiped to another photo, this one showing Taiga mid-bite, his face smeared with marinara sauce as he aggressively attacked a plate of spaghetti. The sheer intensity of the image was enough to send [Name] into another fit of laughter.

“What—what is he doing?” she managed between giggles, clutching her stomach.

“Survival of the fittest,” Akira said with mock seriousness. “When it’s you versus the spaghetti, you gotta show no mercy.”

[Name] shook her head, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “I can’t. This guy is unreal. Are you sure you’re not just showing me memes you found online?”

Akira grinned. “Nope. This is 100% authentic Taiga. He’s like a walking sitcom. You’ll love him when you meet him.”

“Well, he’s already making a strong first impression,” she said, handing the phone back to Akira. “I’ll be sure to brace myself for his... unique energy.”

Akira chuckled, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “He’s a handful, but he’s got a good heart. And hey, maybe he’ll be just the distraction you need when spring rolls around.”

“Maybe,” [Name] said, her tone lighter now. “But for now, I think I’ll stick with surviving today.”

“Fair enough,” Akira said with a nod. “But just you wait. Taiga’s coming, and life as you know it will never be the same.”

[Name] rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t help the small smile that lingered on her face. Despite the stress of the day, moments like these made it all feel a little more manageable.

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The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated [Name]'s dorm room as she sat cross-legged on her bed, a history textbook open in front of her. Notes were scattered around her in organized chaos, and her glasses had slid slightly down her nose as she focused on the lines of text. The silence of the room was punctuated only by the faint rustling of pages and the occasional scribble of her pen.

Her phone vibrated, breaking her concentration. She leaned over, picked it up, and saw a message from Ikki Niko:

Ikki > "Can we meet at the campus gates? I need help with the English exam on Thursday."

[Name] blinked at the screen before smiling. Finally, a break. She quickly typed back:

[Name] > "Sure, I could use some fresh air! Be there in 10."

Slipping her phone into her pocket, she hopped off the bed and stretched. "Studying can wait," she muttered, pulling a sweater over her head and swapping her lounge shorts for jeans. As she slipped on her sneakers, Hitomi, her roommate, glanced up from her own desk.

"Heading out?" Hitomi asked, twirling a pen between her fingers.

"Yeah," [Name] replied. "Ikki asked me to help him with the English exam. Meeting him at the gates."

Hitomi tilted her head, her expression turning slightly concerned. "You know it’s going to rain soon, right? You should take an umbrella."

[Name] froze mid-step. "Ah, crap," she muttered. "I left my umbrella at Ruka's place last time."

Hitomi sighed, already standing up to grab her own umbrella. "Here, take mine. I’m not going anywhere tonight."

[Name] took the umbrella with a grateful smile. "You’re a lifesaver, Hitomi. I owe you one."

Hitomi smirked. "You always do. Now go, before it starts pouring."

[Name] chuckled as she left the room, umbrella in hand. The air outside was crisp and cool, the sky a deep gray hinting at the storm to come. She hurried to the campus gates, where Ikki was waiting.

Ikki stood near the lamppost, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, but even so, he kept glancing around nervously. When he saw [Name] approaching, he straightened, his posture stiff with apprehension.

"Hey, sorry for the wait," [Name] greeted him with an easy smile. She noticed how he fidgeted, his gaze darting everywhere except her face.

"N-No, it’s fine," Ikki stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I, uh, I just... needed some help with the English exam."

[Name] tilted her head, sensing his discomfort. "Of course. But first," she said, glancing up at the ominous clouds, "let’s grab something warm. There’s a café nearby, and I could really use a coffee."

Ikki hesitated for a moment, his shoulders tensing as if considering retreat. But then he gave a small nod. "O-Okay."

The walk to the café was quiet, save for the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. [Name] tried to strike up a conversation to ease the tension. "So, English, huh? Not your strong suit?"

Ikki scratched the back of his neck, his eyes fixed on the ground. "Not really. I can... understand it okay, but writing essays is a nightmare."

[Name] chuckled. "Well, you’ve come to the right person. I’ll have you acing it in no time."

Ikki glanced at her briefly, his cheeks tinged pink. "Thanks... for agreeing to help. I don’t usually... ask people for stuff."

[Name] smiled warmly. "No problem. That’s what friends are for, right?"

Ikki’s steps faltered for a second, his heart skipping at her casual use of the word "friend." He ducked his head, his bangs obscuring his face as they entered the café.

Inside, the warm aroma of coffee and baked goods greeted them. The cozy atmosphere, with its soft lighting and wooden furniture, seemed to relax Ikki slightly. They approached the counter, and [Name] quickly ordered a cappuccino for herself and a hot chocolate for Ikki, teasingly insisting that he needed something sweet to keep his brain fueled.

As they sat down, Ikki’s nerves began to show again. He fiddled with his cup, his fingers tapping against the ceramic. [Name] noticed and decided to lighten the mood.

"So, Ikki," she began with a mischievous grin, "is this your first time asking a girl for help? Or are you secretly some kind of smooth operator?"

Ikki nearly choked on his hot chocolate. "W-What? No! I’m not—" He broke off, his face burning as he stumbled over his words.

[Name] laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Relax, I’m just messing with you." She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "But seriously, you don’t have to be so tense. We’ll go over the material, and you’ll be fine."

Ikki finally managed a small smile, his nervous energy slowly fading under [Name]’s easygoing presence. "Thanks," he said softly.

The two began discussing the exam, [Name] breaking down the material into simple explanations while Ikki listened intently, occasionally jotting down notes. As the storm outside began to drizzle against the café windows, Ikki found himself grateful—not just for the help but for the unexpected warmth of [Name]’s company.

The café’s cozy ambiance was suddenly disrupted by the jarring click of boots on the wooden floor. [Name] and Ikki, engrossed in their study session, barely registered the figure approaching their table until a smooth, taunting voice broke through their focus.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Himizu rawled, his split tongue flicking out briefly as he smirked down at them. His sharp, serpentine features were framed by his hair, and his eyes gleamed with a predatory glint. He was dressed in a sleek black jacket and ripped jeans, a casual yet deliberate choice that exuded confidence.

[Name] sighed, recognizing the mocking tone instantly. “Himizu,” she muttered under her breath, already bracing herself for his antics.

Himizu ignored her tone, his focus entirely on [Name]. “Fancy seeing you here, [Name]. Didn’t know you were into babysitting introverts,” he said with a sly glance at Ikki, who stiffened at the remark.

Ikki’s grip on his pen tightened, but he kept his gaze fixed on his notebook. [Name], however, wasn’t as willing to let Himizu’s comments slide.

“Himizu, it’s not nice to dig into people’s business,” she said sharply, folding her arms and glaring up at him. “Don’t you have something better to do than bother us?”

Himizu chuckled, a low, sinister sound. “Oh, but bothering you is my business,” he replied, leaning against their table. His split tongue flicked out again, as if tasting the air for her irritation. “Besides, you’re far too entertaining to ignore. That sour little look on your face? Priceless.”

[Name] scowled, her patience wearing thin. “Do you ever get tired of being a pest?”

“Never,” Himizu said with a grin, leaning in closer. His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “And you make it so easy. Tell me, [Name], do you always get this flustered when someone gives you attention? Or is it just me?”

Her cheeks flushed with anger, and she slammed her palm on the table. “You’re unbelievable! If you’re done being obnoxious, why don’t you—”

Before she could finish, Ikki finally spoke, his voice low but firm. “Leave her alone.”

Himizu’s head turned slowly toward Ikki, as if noticing him for the first time. His smirk widened. “Oh? And what’s this? A knight in shining armor? Or coward in calling?” He straightened and crossed his arms, regarding Ikki with mock amusement. “You’re braver than I thought, Niko. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Ikki’s jaw tightened, but he refused to back down. “We’re trying to study. If you’ve got nothing useful to say, then go.”

Himizu’s laugh was cold and sharp, cutting through the quiet murmur of the café. “Oh, how noble. But let me give you a little tip, Niko. Playing the hero rarely ends well. Especially not for someone like you.”

[Name] glared at him, her voice sharp with exasperation. “Are you done yet? You’ve made your point—whatever it was. Now leave us alone.”

Himizu tilted his head, pretending to consider her words. “Hmm. I suppose I’ve had my fun for now.” He stepped back, his split tongue darting out once more in that unnerving, snake-like manner. “But before I go...”

He leaned in close to [Name], his lips near her ear. His voice dropped to a low, almost seductive tone. “You smell absolutely delicious.”

[Name] froze, a shiver running down her spine. She instinctively pulled back, her heart pounding in her chest. Himizu straightened with a chuckle, clearly satisfied with her reaction.

“See you around,” he said lightly, giving them both a mock salute before sauntering off, his laughter echoing behind him.

[Name] sat stiffly for a moment, her hands clenched into fists. “That guy is the worst,” she muttered, her voice trembling with anger.

Ikki, still tense, glanced at her. “Are you okay?”

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... creeped out.”

Ikki nodded, his own frustration evident in the tight set of his jaw. “Next time, I’ll make sure he doesn’t get the chance to bother you.”

[Name] managed a small smile, grateful for his support. “Thanks, Ikki. Let’s just get back to studying. I need something to distract me from... that.”

Ikki nodded again, and they returned to their books, though the lingering tension from Himizu’s presence weighed heavily on their minds.

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Masterlist: Blue Lock

Request rules

The numbers next to the names indicate how many things I have written for them (excluding most posts from series, I only add something from a series to a character masterlist if the character is the main focus!)

Series/compilation/event masterlists:

Father figure coaches - Itoshi sibling!reader stories - Dad!Ego - Father figure!Ego - 100 follower writing event - Neo Egoist League assistants - Ships as parents - Blue Lock big brothers - 800 follower event

Character masterlists:

Yoichi Isagi [40]

Meguru Bachira [31]

Jingo Raichi [34]

Asahi Naruhaya [1]

Gin Gagamaru [11]

Wataru Kuon [7]

Okuhito Iemon [2]

Gurimu Igarashi [1]

Hyoma Chigiri [37]

Rensuke Kunigami [38]

Yudai Imamura

Imamura x shy!reader (headcanons)

Ikki Niko [7]

Shouei Barou [76]

Wanima brothers [6]

Zantetsu Tsurugi [32]

Reo Mikage [40]

Seishirou Nagi [30]

Aoshi Tokimitsu [47]

Jyubei Aryu [20]

Eita Otoya [18]

Kenyu Yukimiya [39]

Nijiro Nanase

Going ice skating with Nanase

Ranze Kurona [12]

Ryusei Shidou [68]

Tabito Karasu [45]

Yo Hiori [7]

Anri Teieri

Girlfriend!Anri (headcanons)

More girlfriend!Anri headcanons

Big sister!Anri (headcanons)

Single mom!Anri (headcanons)

Oliver Aiku [23]

Shuto Sendou [10]

Michael Kaiser [66]

Alexis Ness [37]

Birkenstock [6]

Benedict Grim [8]

Erik Gesner [12]

Theo Sachs [8]

Igor Schneider

Random headcanons

Dating headcanons

Igor has a crush on you (headcanons)

Ali

Random headcanons

Dating headcanons

Bachman

Dating headcanons

Don Lorenzo [31]

Jin Kiyora

Playing soccer with him at night (drabble)

Tall!reader makes Kiyora try on platform shoes (drabble)

Kiyora asks you to be his plushie (scenario)

Jinpachi Ego [17]

Noel Noa [35]

Chris Prince [22]

Lavinho [22]

Marc Snuffy [16]

Rin Itoshi [31]

Sae Itoshi [14]

Takumi Tsuyosa (OC) [7]

Satoshi Tsuyosa (OC)

Egoist Bible profile

His dynamic/relationship with Takumi

Wanting to protect Takumi

Satoshi's struggle with gender

Satoshi and Lorenzo as your parents (headcanons)

You third wheel big brother!Lorenzo's date with Satoshi (scenario)

Arisu Mochida (OC)

Egoist Bible profile

Not being used to being praised

Other things [13]

[overtaken-stream]

` Welcome! !

Requests×Are×Open

My Works:

One P!ece:

Yandere!King the Wildfire x F!Reader Part1 ~ Part2 ~ Part3.

Yandere!King the Wildfire: Darling wanting to pleasure him back. Who has the highest chance of falling for King's s/o.

Yandere!King the Wildfire: Bloodlines.

King the Wildfire: NSFW Headcanons, Kinks. Fluff.

King the Wildfire x Straw hat!Gn!Reader: Do Not F4lter.

King the Wildfire x F!Reader: Adorable Pigeon. Puffed feathers/shield. Red Dead.

King the Wildfire: Meeting anothers of his race.

King the Wildfire: Pregnant!s/o running away.

King the Wildfire x Gn!Reader: Annoy.

King the Wildfire: Biting his chest.

King the Wildfire: Pregnancy. With a daughter. Human-like child. Queen. Outside Threats.

King the Wildfire: Women.

King the Wildfire: Heats.

King the Wildfire+Avatar: Hair.

King the Wildfire: Gentle s/o.

King the Wildfire x F!Reader: In Modern AU.

King the Wildfire Dick Headcanons. Fire Headcanons.

King & Katakuri: Who is the bigger breeder? How many kids would they have?

King the Wildfire x F!Reader(100 Followers special): Where On3 Will St4nd. Funny thoughts. Big Mom. Big Mom2.

Kaidou: Women.

Izou x Gn!Reader: Love, Lust, Lick.

Portgas D. Ace, Sanji: 'U' in Art.

Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk x F!Reader: Drunk Deeds.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Fatherhood.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Pregnancy.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Tattoos.

Charlotte Katakuri x F!Reader: Monster's Voice Is Sweet To Hear.

Charlotte Katakuri: Father Headcanons.

"Black Leg" Sanji x F!Reader: Sweets Full Of Lies.

Slam Dunk:

Rukawa Kaede with Sakuragi!Reader.

Random Sakuragi Headcanons.

Rukawa Kaedae x Gn!Reader Headcanons.

Kicchou Fukuda x F!Reader: Bros Ov3r Ho3s.

Mitsui Hisashi: Practicing with his s/o. Comforting his s/o.

Ryota Miyagi x F!Reader: 3 Years Younger.

Sendoh Akira x Gn!Reader Headcanons

Ao Ashi:

Akutsu Nagisa x Gn!Artist!Reader: Co0k Me a Meal, Make Me Starve.

Akutsu Nagisa: Intentions(Part 2 of the above)

Genshin !mpact:

Arataki Itto: is touchy.

Blue Lock:

α!Gagamaru Gin x Gn! β!Reader headcanon.

↳Rules;

#1 Feel free to submit as many characters as you like without spamming.

When requesting keep these in mind:

I. Ask, don't demand me to write.

II. No OC's x character ships.

III. Would you like a platonic or romantic relationship? NSFW or Fluff? Any kinks?

IV. If you have an idea for me, be it a plot or AU, be detailed about it. However, leave space for me to expand on.

I will NOT do:

Pedophilia

Urine

Incest

Cheating

↳Fandoms I write for;

Ao Ashi; Attack on Titan.

Blue Lock.

Demon Slayer.

Genshin Impact.

Haikyuu!! HunterxHunter.

JoJo's Bizzare Adventure(Part 1-6).

MONSTER; My Hero Academia.

Naruto.

One Piece; One Punch Man.

Slam Dunk.

Tokyo Revengers.

↳Upcoming Works`

Portgas D. Ace x Gn!Reader(Platonic) Headcanon

Ao3

[mchlgayser]

Gin Gagamaru x reader relationship headcanons

relationship headcanons, gin gagamaru

this is my first request, idk if i did a great job but i hope you enjoyed it xx

warning: none

written by @snmnjrwf

contents ahead: just a fluff reader x gagamaru's relationship headcanons

Gagamaru is inexperienced. Totally. He never dates anyone before you so you are his first. He is slow and clumsy at things 😓💯

He is that bf who came home and will straight away jump on you with/without his sweaty shirt and cuddle you all night and never letting you go

He's blunt LIKE SO SO BLUNT, he sometimes says something he didn't even mean, at least not in the bad ways 😭😭😭

He always wanted you to come to his practices or his games so he can show you his cool tricks (he didn't show off k 😞)

Bro loves helping you cook!!! He would just stood beside you more-watching less-helping

But you entrusted him with cleaning, it might not seem like it but Gagamaru is good- give this man a mob and you'll able to mirror yourself on the floor

His close friend is Naruhaya so you three often meet outside the facility to have lunch and games- more like him guarding you two as he sat by and cheered you on yk like 'you can do it....' in his raspy quiet tone

His love languages would canonically be 'quality time' bcs he loves, LOVES spending precious time with you

If he's in the facility he would just stay at your home the day before having you both own sleepover so he can lessen his 'i miss you'

Oh!! This man also loves you playing with his dual-colored hair as he helps himself sleep on your lap (AWWW) 🤭

when he's mad he would not give you silent treatments or a cold shoulder whatsoever instead, he'll forget about it like it never happened in the first place

Gagamaru was never angered. At least not with you but even if he did it just wasn't scary LIKE at all no cap 🥲

What's his red flag?? It might his bluntness

Green flag? His caring and quiet side that never fails to make you feel safe whenever you are with him 😋😋

[gojou-violin]

⏣ AOT: Eren (s4), Erwin, Hange, Jean (s4), Kenny, Levi, Mikasa (s4), Piek, Porco, Reiner (s4), Sasha (s4), Zeke.

⏣ BJ Alex: Chanwoo, Dong-Gyun, Jiwon, Myung-Dae.

⏣ Blue Lock: Bachira (aged up), Baro (aged up), Chigiri (aged up), Ego (aged up), Gagamaru (aged up), Kunigami (aged up), Imamura (aged up), Isagi (aged up), Lemon (aged up), Nagi (aged up), Naruhaya (aged up), Niko (aged up), Raichi (aged up), Reo (aged up), Rin (aged up), Ryosuke (aged up).

⏣ Bubble: Hibiki (aged up), Kai (aged up), Makoto (aged up), Shin.

⏣ Bungo Stray Dogs: Akiko, Akutagawa, Ango, Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai, Fukuzawa, Gin, Kenji (aged up), Kunikida, Ranpo, Tachihara, Tanizaki, Sakunosuke.

⏣ Chainsaw Man: Aki, Angel, Denji (aged up), Kishibe, Power.

⏣ Death Note: Aizawa, Lawliet, Light, Matsuda, Mikami, Misa, Naomi, Raye.

⏣ Gachiakuta: Engine, Semiu, Regto, Rudo (aged up), Zanka.

⏣ Haikyuu!!: Bokuto (post time skip), Kenma (post time skip), Kuroo (post time skip), Nishinoya (post time skip), Sugawara (post time skip), Takeda, Tendou (post time skip), Tsukishima (aged up), Ukai, Yamaguchi (post time skip).

⏣ Hell's Paradise: Chobei, Gabimaru (aged up), Isuzu, Jikka, Ju Fa, Mu Dan, ran, Rien, Sagiri (aged up), Shija, Shion, Shugen, Tao Fa, Toma, Yui (aged up), Yuzuriha, Zhu Jin.

⏣ High & Low: Amagai, Binzo, Chiharu, Cobra, Fujio, Ito, Magoroku, Mercy, Murayama, Noboru, P, Rao, Reiji, Ryu, Sachio, Smokey, Suzaki, Takeshi, Todoroki, Tsukasa, Yamoto, Yasushi, Yuken.

⏣ JJK: Choso, Geto, Gojou, Itadori (aged up), Megumi (aged up), Nanami, Noritoshi (aged up), Sukuna, Toge (aged up), Toji, Yuutah (aged up).

⏣ Link Click: Chen Bin, Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang, Qiao Ling, Qian Jing, Xu Shanshan.

⏣ MHA: Aizawa, All Might (small version), Bakugo (aged up), Dabi, Hawks, Himiko (aged up), Kirishima (aged up), Midoriya (aged up), Overhaul, Tamaki (aged up), Tenya (aged up), Shoto (aged up), Shigaraki.

⏣ Spy x Family: Loid, Sylvia, Yor, Yuri.

⏣ Tokyo Ghoul: Akira, Amon, Arima, Ayato, Eto, Furuta, Haise, Hide, Hinami (aged up), Itori, Juzo, Karren, Kaneki, Naki, Rize, Saiko, Shirazu, Takizawa, Tatara, Touka, Tsukiyama, Urie, Uta, Yomo.

⏣ Wotakoi: Hanako, Hirotaka, Kabakura, Naoya, Narumi.

⏣ OCs: Aoi, Ariza, Astred, Daia, Elisa, Estera, Hitch, Ineka (aged up), Katrina, Kazuko, Lizzy, Seena, Siobhan, Umika, Uri, Yukina.

| last updated: 14 june 2023

[velting]

Welcome to Blood Lock! Where your life is in the hands of Blood sucking beasts who would love to see you bleed and cry!!

Context reasons: You wear glasses!

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"How dare you drink my blood!!"

"I-I'm so sorry! It won't happen again-"

"Without my permission!"

"....huh?"

A nice academy where students get to learn about their careers, a nice campus, Sanzuku [Name], a first year college student studying abroad in Blue Lock Academy. This has been her dream for years, reality sinking in as she arrives at this prestigious Academy. Everything goes swimmingly, meeting new people, her new classes, the clubs, etc. She's happy with her new friends, hoping this year will be etched into her memory.

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"Whatever you do... Stay indoors and don't go out night, [Name]"

"Huh? WHY?! Ruka?!"

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Except something seems off. It all starts going downhill after an accident outside her dorm, followed by many more terrifying incidents. What will she do? What CAN she do? She only hoped she had enough time to find out. And what would Ruka do in this situation to protect his cousin from harm.

"So..... You're a vampire?"

"Yes, now can I keep sucking your blood?"

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Before I continued with this, I must give out a strong trigger warning to ALL viewers.

⚠️𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 ⚠️

!ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ!

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎:

Dark themes,

Yandere behavior,

Stalking,

Noncon,

Cannibalism(idk these are vampires),

Sexual assault,

Apodyopsis,

Angst,

Violence,

nsfw,

Verbal abuse,

Cheating,

Dacryphilia,

Manipulation,

Kidnapping,

Possessive behavior,

Obsessive behavior,

Psychological torture

Mental torture,

Physical abuse,

Gaslight,

Gatekeep,

Blood sucking,

Murder,

Drugged/ possession of drugs

Strong verbal language,

And many more that could be included.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. And reminder that this takes place in a COLLEGE CAMPUS!! where all the characters are ABOVE 18 and older!!!

⚠️ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ⚠️

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𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙔𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞:

“Hey! wait! I'm not done yet!”

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𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪:

“AH! your blood is so delicious, [Name]-chan!”

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𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙃𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙖 :

“Pitiful to think you can run from me?!”

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𝙍𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙆𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞:

“Leave! I can't control myself any longer!”

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𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙆𝙪𝙤𝙣:

“Ah, ah ,ah! You didn't repay me”

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𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞:

“DAMNIT! I'LL BEAT ANYONE'S ASS TO KEEP YOU TO MYSELF!”

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𝙂𝙞𝙣 𝙂𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙪:

“Your skin, it's so soft, and tender.*

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𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝘼𝙨𝙖𝙝𝙞:

“Ah! I'm so hungry! Please gimme so blood, [Name]! Pretty please!”

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𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙔𝙪𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙞:

“Nope! You can't leave until I get something in return!”

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𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙤:

“Don't forget where you stand, I can always suck you dry!”

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𝙉𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙎𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤:

“Leaving already? What a hassle”

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𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙚:

“OI, get behind me. Now!”

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𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙄𝙠𝙠𝙞:

“It's okay [Name] they won't taste your blood anymore, not while I'm here.”

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𝘼𝙧𝙮𝙪 𝙅𝙮𝙪𝙗𝙚𝙞:

“Such exquisite flavor! I must have more!”

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𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙪 𝙍𝙮𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙞:

“Ah! Shit! You're gonna make me explode! That's the dopamine!~”

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𝙄𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙍𝙞𝙣:

“I said you belong to me!”

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𝙄𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙎𝙖𝙚:

“How annoying, to think they can touch what's mine?”

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𝙔𝙪𝙠𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙪:

“Maybe Next time, don't stray so far ~”

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𝙔𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙞:

“I'm sorry I kept this secret, but please! I need blood!”

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪 𝙏𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙞:

“Your testing my patients”

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𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙖:

“That's not fair! You give everyone your blood? It's time for me to take a few sips”

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𝘼𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪:

“I-I'm sorry for what I'm about to do!!”

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𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙚 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙖:

“That scent… it's intoxicating… more, more”

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𝙏𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙪:

“Aw, is my little Nakama scared?~”

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𝙀𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙊𝙩𝙤𝙮𝙖:

“I think I'm going to enjoy this”

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𝙉𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙚:

“Now I know why they like you so much! Now it's my turn!”

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𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧:

“White Roses Means innocence, and I'm going to take it away”

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𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨 𝙉𝙚𝙨𝙨:

“You wouldn't mind if take a sip?!”

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𝘿𝙤𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙤:

“The look on your cousin's face would be PRICELESS!”

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧:

"How sad! Your bleeding! I can fix that!"

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𝘼𝙜𝙞:

“Sorry! Mr.Prince told me to not let you leave this room!”

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𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙂𝙚𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙧:

“You should've listened to your cousin”

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𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙞𝙠𝙪:

“Sorry like Birdy, but there is no way to fly now”

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𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤:

“Shhh, I'm trying to save you!”

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𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞:

“Study session isn't over yet”

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𝙅𝙞𝙣 𝙆𝙮𝙤𝙧𝙖:

“Your blood is delicious…”

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𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙟𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞:

“Sorry to say this, but is it alright for me to drink some of your blood?”

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𝙃𝙖𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖:

“You really are Pathetic!”

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𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙪 𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖:

“Times ticking, and I'm getting hungrier”

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𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙤 𝙔𝙪𝙯𝙪:

“How idiotic to think you can fool me?”

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𝘼𝙞𝙠𝙪 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙯𝙪:

“With that scent? It's not going to be easy for you darling”

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𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙟𝙞:

“Please don't leave me!”

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𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙏𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙯𝙖𝙠𝙞:

“I can smell you MILES AWAY! And you still can't get away from me!”

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𝘼𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙟𝙞:

“I don't think it's going to be hard for me, knowing I say will go according as planned”

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𝙎𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪:

“I’ve already told you, you can never leave”

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𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙪 𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙯𝙖𝙩𝙤:

“Can I please have more blood!!”

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𝙄𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙒𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞:

“This is payback for what your cousin did to me”

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𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙪 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙞:

“Buddha, if you're seeing this, I'm sorry what I'm about to do”

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𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙃𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙚:

“I'll give you a headstart, but let you know you can't escape me”

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𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙉𝙞𝙤:

“To think you're blood is all that! But looking at you right now! I think I'm going to have a feast!”

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𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙝𝙤:

“Screaming is not going to save you”

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𝙏𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙞 𝙉𝙚𝙧𝙪:

“It's best if you left! Please! Save yourself!”

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𝙋𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙤 𝘾𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙯:

“Sweet! You're so sweet!”

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𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙇𝙪𝙣𝙖:

“Don't forget…. You owe me~”

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𝘼𝙙𝙖𝙢 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚:

“I'll like to see you after class ends”

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𝙇𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤:

“OI! Who said you can leave early?!”

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𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚:

“Are you complaining now? What a little brat you are. I guess I have to teach you a lesson”

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𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙣𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮:

“I wouldn't go outside, if I were you”

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𝙉𝙤𝙚𝙡 𝙉𝙤𝙖:

“It’s dangerous for a human like you to be roaming alone, let me assist you back”

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𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙀𝙜𝙤:

“You came to my school, and you didn't expect you didn't belong to me already?”

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𝘼n𝙧𝙞 𝙏𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙞:

“I'm so sorry for what they did to you! Let me help!”

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As you witnessed the bio, you notice that you have a cousin who's also here to protect and help you. He is your guardian angel! The number 1 person you can finally trust!! Low and behold:

Ruka Sanzuku:

"I've told you countless times not to go out on the night! You know what lurks beneath those walls!"

Wow! It seems your cousin really cares about you and wants yo look after you! Would you listen to his warnings? Or disobey him and find out what really lurks? There is only one way to find out! :D

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For the record! I DO NOT own Blue Lock or any other the characters that were listed (except Ruka Sanzuku!)

This was originally going to be a Characters X OC but since many people tend to read another of x readers over the course of time, I decided to be nice and give it as another x reader story for everyone to enjoy!

The inspiration from this fic is solely based on the many romantic vampire anime and manga I have read and saw! If you see a reference based on the show/Manga, then I'll let you know where that inspiration came from!

But for the time being, all of it is in the works and would be released on a specific date! Till then! I hope people will enjoy this and see it come to life one day!

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Coming out in↠ Fall 2024

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Blood Lock

CHAPTER 4

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⚠️WARING⚠️: THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME NOT SAFE CONENT! PLEASE READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION!! IF YOU DON'T ENJOY IT! THEN PLEASE SKIP IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED EVERYONE!

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The soft hum of the dormitory lights filled the silence as [Name] closed the door behind her, locking it with trembling hands. The sound of the bolt sliding into place offered little comfort. She leaned against the door, her heart still racing, her breaths uneven as the events of the evening played on an endless loop in her mind.

Her legs felt weak, but she forced herself to walk to the small desk by her bed. The dim glow of her table lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows that seemed to taunt her. She avoided looking at them, afraid her imagination might twist them into something sinister.

Standing before the mirror above the desk, [Name] hesitated. She could feel the faint sting at her neck, the wound pulsing like a dark reminder of what had happened. Slowly, reluctantly, she reached up and peeled back the high collar of her gym jacket, revealing the twin puncture wounds Raichi had left behind.

Her reflection stared back at her, pale and wide-eyed, as if she were a stranger. The sight of the wound made her stomach churn. Blood had crusted faintly around the edges, the skin irritated and bruised.

“Gross…” she whispered, her voice cracking. Her fingers brushed against the wounds lightly, and she winced, a wave of nausea washing over her.

[Name] turned away from the mirror, clutching the edge of the sink for support. “It’s just a dream,” she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned the faucet on, letting cold water run over her trembling hands.

“It’s just…a bad dream.”

She splashed the icy water onto her face, hoping the shock would wake her from the nightmare. The coolness seeped into her skin, momentarily numbing the swirling panic in her chest. But no matter how hard she scrubbed her face, the feeling of Raichi’s breath on her neck, his grip on her wrists, his fangs piercing her skin—it all refused to fade.

[Name] gripped the edge of the sink tighter, her knuckles turning white. She stared at the water swirling down the drain, trying to anchor herself.

“It didn’t happen,” she insisted, shaking her head violently. “It couldn’t have. It’s not real.”

But as her reflection caught her eye again, she knew she was lying to herself. The marks on her neck were undeniable, as was the soreness in her body. The memory of Raichi’s laugh echoed in her mind, cruel and mocking. Her fingers brushed against the faint bruise forming on her wrist where he had held her so tightly.

[Name] closed her eyes, her breathing shallow. “Why…why did this happen?” she whispered.

Forcing herself to move, she reached for the first-aid kit in her drawer. The clink of its metal latch opening was a small comfort, a reminder that she could take control, even if it was only over this small task. She pulled out gauze and antiseptic, hesitating for a moment before dabbing at the wounds.

She hissed in pain as the antiseptic stung, her body flinching reflexively. “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

With practiced care, she wrapped the gauze around her neck, securing it with tape. She caught her reflection again, now with the bandage covering the evidence of the attack. It didn’t make her feel any better.

[Name] slumped onto her bed, her hands gripping the blanket tightly. She stared at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with deep, deliberate breaths.

“You can’t let this haunt you,” she told herself firmly, her voice steadier now. “You’re stronger than this. You’re…you’re [Name] Sanzuku.”

Her words felt hollow, but she repeated them like a mantra, hoping they would fill the void of fear inside her.

Her eyes drifted to the window, where the moon hung high in the sky, its light casting a silvery glow over her room. For a moment, she felt a strange sense of calm, as if the moon itself was watching over her.

[Name] took a deep breath, her hands finally relaxing their grip on the blanket. “I won’t let him win,” she whispered, her voice resolute.

But as she lay back on her bed, pulling the covers over her trembling body, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the night was far from over. Somewhere out there, Raichi was likely laughing to himself, and the thought made her skin crawl.

“Tomorrow,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “Tomorrow, I’ll figure out what to do.”

Her body begged for rest, but her mind refused to quiet, the haunting memories of Raichi’s glowing amber eyes lingering as sleep finally claimed her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

After that week. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft rays onto the dorm room floor. [Name] sat on the edge of her bed, still in her pajamas, staring blankly at her bandaged neck in the small mirror on the desk. The events of that night lingered in her mind like a storm cloud. Her fingers grazed the edge of the bandage, hesitating.

She wanted to tell Ruka. She needed to tell him. The thought of his protective nature comforted her, yet it also terrified her. If Ruka found out, she knew he wouldn’t let this slide. He’d throw himself into the middle of her problems, possibly even get hurt in the process.

“No,” she whispered to herself. Her voice was soft but firm. “I can’t let him get involved. This is my mess, and I’ll deal with it.”

A sudden knock on the door startled her, pulling her out of her thoughts. She quickly tugged the collar of her shirt higher to hide the bandage.

“[Name]! You up?” Hitomi’s cheerful voice called from the other side of the door.

[Name] cleared her throat, trying to steady herself. “Yeah, come in!”

Hitomi pushed the door open, carrying her backpack and a thermos. She gave [Name] a bright smile. “Morning! You okay? You look...tired.”

[Name] forced a smile, waving her hand dismissively. “I didn’t sleep well, that’s all. Nothing a good breakfast can’t fix.”

Hitomi tilted her head, scrutinizing her. “Are you sure? You’re not coming down with something, are you?”

[Name] shook her head quickly. “Nope, I’m fine. Seriously.” She grabbed a hairbrush from the desk and began combing her hair, hoping to divert Hitomi’s attention. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

Hitomi sat on the bed, setting her thermos down. “Well, I was thinking we could grab some coffee before class. Maybe hit the library afterward? I have a group project to work on, but I’ve got time before that.”

[Name] nodded, grateful for the mundane conversation. It was a welcome distraction. “Sounds good. I could use some caffeine to wake me up.”

Hitomi’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, as if she could sense something was off. “[Name], if there’s something bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right?”

[Name] froze for a split second before giving her a reassuring smile. “I know, Hitomi. Thanks. But really, I’m okay.”

Hitomi nodded, though she didn’t seem entirely convinced. “Alright, but don’t overwork yourself, okay? You’ve got a lot on your plate already.”

[Name] hummed in agreement as she stood up and began gathering her things. She kept her movements deliberate, masking the tremor in her hands. She knew she couldn’t let this affect her day—or anyone around her.

As they left the dorm, the crisp morning air greeted them. Hitomi chatted about her project, her words flowing easily, filling the silence [Name] desperately needed to distract herself.

But her mind kept drifting back to Raichi, his sneering face, his mocking laugh. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

I have to be strong, she thought. I can’t let this control me. And I definitely can’t let anyone else get involved.

Hitomi glanced at her, noticing her silence. “You’re awfully quiet today.”

[Name] blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “Sorry, just thinking about today’s classes. AP Government’s going to be a killer, isn’t it?”

Hitomi groaned dramatically. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I still haven’t finished the reading.”

[Name] chuckled softly, the sound feeling foreign even to her. She appreciated Hitomi’s ability to make things feel normal, even if only for a moment.

As they reached the campus café, [Name]’s resolve solidified. She would handle this. She wouldn’t drag Ruka—or anyone else—into her problems. Whatever came next, she would be ready.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

The café buzzed with quiet conversations and the occasional clinking of cups against saucers. [Name] and Hitomi sat by a window, the warm sunlight streaming in as they enjoyed their morning coffee. The comforting aroma of roasted beans mingled with the faint hum of the espresso machine, creating a cozy atmosphere that momentarily eased [Name]’s restless mind.

“I can’t believe it’s going to be midterm season in a couple of months,” Hitomi said, stirring her latte absently. “Feels like we just started the semester.”

[Name] sipped her cappuccino, savoring the warmth that spread through her chest. “Tell me about it. The professors are relentless. At this rate, I might as well live in the library.”

Hitomi chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re already ahead of most people. You’ll survive.”

Their casual conversation was interrupted by the sound of a confident voice cutting through the ambient noise. “Well, well, if it isn’t the lovely [Name] and her equally lovely friend.”

Both girls looked up to see a tall figure standing beside their table. Aiku Oliver, with his shaggy dark purple hair and lime green tips, gave them a charming smile. His heterochromatic eyes—one green, one purple—glimmered mischievously as he leaned slightly closer.

“Morning, ladies. Mind if I join you?”

Hitomi’s polite smile was as thin as a sheet of paper. “We’re just finishing up, actually.”

[Name], on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, amused by his forwardness. “Aren’t you bold this early in the day?”

Aiku placed a hand over his heart, feigning mock offense. “Bold? I prefer ‘confident.’ A man has to seize opportunities when they arise.”

[Name] couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. “Is that so? And what opportunity are you seizing right now?”

“Why, the opportunity to talk to the most enchanting woman in the café, of course,” Aiku said smoothly, his eyes locking onto hers with a practiced intensity.

Hitomi rolled her eyes and took another sip of her coffee, muttering under her breath, “Here we go…”

[Name] tilted her head, pretending to consider his words. “Enchanting, huh? You must use that line often.”

“Only when it’s true,” he replied, his grin widening. “And trust me, [Name], with you, it’s undeniably true.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re quite the charmer, Oliver.”

“Guilty as charged,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. Then, with a more serious expression, he added, “But I’m also a man of action, which brings me to this…”

Before he could continue, a loud voice cut through the café. “Aiku! Oi! You’re going to make us late for practice!”

The interruption came from Nio Kazuma, who stood at the entrance with an exasperated look on his face. He crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.

Aiku sighed dramatically, turning back to [Name]. “Duty calls, but I refuse to leave empty-handed.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small card with his number scribbled on it. He handed it to her with a wink, then made a ‘call me’ gesture with his hand.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” he said playfully before heading toward the door.

[Name] watched him go, her lips curling into an amused smile. “Well, that was...something.”

Hitomi groaned, setting her cup down with a slight thud. “[Name], please tell me you’re not actually charmed by that guy.”

[Name] shrugged, tucking the card into her pocket. “What can I say? He’s entertaining.”

Hitomi gave her a deadpan look. “Entertaining? Sure. But don’t forget, Aiku Oliver has a history of cheating. He’s a walking red flag.”

[Name] waved her hand dismissively. “Relax, Hitomi. It’s just a number. I’m not planning to marry the guy.”

“Good,” Hitomi said firmly. “Because the last thing you need is someone like him messing with your life.”

[Name] nodded, though she couldn’t deny the small spark of curiosity she felt. Aiku was certainly bold, but she wasn’t naive. She’d tread carefully.

As they finished their coffee and gathered their things, [Name] couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she was stepping into deeper waters, ones she might not fully understand. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the day ahead.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The days had settled into a steady rhythm, and [Name] found herself navigating the complexities of her college schedule with relative ease—at least for the most part. Mathematics breezed by that morning, thanks to the familiar comfort of chatting with Kira and Gagamaru. Kira’s calm demeanor was always a source of encouragement, and Gagamaru’s quirky, almost otherworldly fascination with problem-solving never failed to amuse her.

Economical Biology offered a refreshing break. Aryu was as lively and flamboyant as ever, his discussions about eco-conscious fashion and lifestyle tips filling the room with laughter. Between his spirited anecdotes, [Name] found herself helping Yoichi with his notes. His focus and quiet determination reminded her of why she admired him as a peer.

Psychology passed in a blur of worksheets and sneaky exchanges. Itsuki, who sat beside her, subtly nudged his paper toward her direction, signaling for help. She obliged, jotting down a few pointers while Mr. Luna droned on, oblivious. Meanwhile, she had to fend off Ryusei’s endless flirtatious remarks, rolling her eyes each time he leaned in with some over-the-top compliment.

“Can’t you go five minutes without flirting?” she whispered at one point, shooting him a glare.

“Not when you’re this cute, doll,” he replied, smirking.

Her irritation was palpable, but it was offset by her curiosity about another student—an unassuming boy in her psychology class who reminded her of Harry Potter with his round glasses and slightly messy hair. She’d wanted to approach him during the break but had missed her chance, leaving her feeling slightly disappointed.

When the time came for History, her most challenging subject, [Name] felt her usual apprehension creep in. As she entered the classroom, Akira and Reiji greeted her warmly, their lighthearted banter easing her nerves.

“Hey, [Name]!” Akira called, offering her a cheerful wave. “Ready for another round of historical trivia torture?”

Reiji chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ve got extra notes if you need them.”

“Thanks, guys,” [Name] said, smiling at their support.

The lecture began, and the classroom fell into an uneasy quiet as Mr. Prince launched into a detailed discussion about ancient political systems. His voice was steady and authoritative, commanding attention. Yet, as [Name] stared at the whiteboard, her thoughts began to drift.

Raichi’s piercing amber eyes, the suffocating grip of his hands, and the sharp pain of his bite replayed in her mind like a haunting film reel. She clenched her fists beneath her desk, trying to banish the memory, but the sensation of his breath against her neck lingered, making her shiver.

She didn’t notice the classroom around her fading into white noise. Nor did she hear Akira softly calling her name.

“[Name]?”

Nothing.

“[Name]!” Akira repeated, louder this time, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

Startled, she blinked and looked up, realizing with horror that all eyes were on her.

“What?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Akira nodded toward the front of the room, where Mr. Prince stood with his arms crossed, his expression a mix of impatience and disappointment.

“Miss Sanzuku,” Mr. Prince said sternly, “since you seem to find daydreaming more engaging than this lecture, perhaps you can answer the question I just asked.”

Her heart sank. She hadn’t even heard the question. Face flushing, she stammered, “I... I’m sorry, sir. Could you repeat it?”

The class chuckled softly, and [Name] wanted to sink into her seat and disappear.

Mr. Prince let out a sigh, his gaze piercing. “See me after class, Miss Sanzuku. Perhaps we can work on your focus then.”

The humiliation hit her like a wave. She lowered her head, muttering another apology as the lecture resumed. Akira shot her a sympathetic glance, but even his quiet reassurance wasn’t enough to dispel the embarrassment twisting in her chest.

When the lecture finally ended, [Name] stayed glued to her seat as the other students filed out. Akira gave her a thumbs-up on his way out, mouthing, "Good luck."

She managed a weak smile in return before Mr. Prince approached her desk.

“Miss Sanzuku,” he began, his tone less harsh now but still firm, “I understand that history might not be your favorite subject, but zoning out during a lecture doesn’t help anyone, least of all you.”

“I know,” she said quietly, staring down at her hands. “I’m sorry. I’ve just... had a lot on my mind lately.”

His expression softened slightly. “College can be overwhelming, but you need to find a way to manage your distractions. If you’re struggling with the material, I’m more than willing to help. But I need you to meet me halfway.”

She nodded, feeling a mixture of guilt and gratitude. “I’ll do better, sir. I promise.”

“Good,” he said, his tone final. “You’re capable of much more, Miss Sanzuku. Don’t let your potential go to waste.”

As she left the classroom, her cheeks still warm with embarrassment, she resolved to try harder—but she couldn’t ignore the weight of the memories still clinging to her like a shadow. It was going to be a long road to finding peace.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The chime of the lunch bell echoed through the hallways, signaling a break for most students, but [Name] felt no relief. As others flooded the cafeteria in groups, their chatter filling the air with a buzz of life, she lingered near the entrance, her appetite nonexistent. The weight of recent events pressed down on her chest like a stone, robbing her of any desire to eat.

Clutching her bag tighter against her side, she made a quiet decision: she needed to escape.

Stepping outside, she was greeted by the cool midday breeze, carrying with it the faint scent of roses. The sun hung high in the sky, its golden rays casting a soft glow over the sprawling campus. [Name]’s feet carried her almost on instinct toward the rose garden, one of the most serene and secluded spots on campus.

The garden was as breathtaking as ever. Rows upon rows of vibrant roses in every shade imaginable stretched out before her, their delicate petals swaying gently in the wind. At the center of the garden stood a grand, stone water fountain, its base entwined with vines of red and white roses. Water cascaded from its tiers, the sound a soothing melody that mingled with the rustling leaves.

[Name] approached the wooden bench beside the fountain, its surface polished smooth by time and weather. She eased herself onto it, setting her bag down and folding her hands in her lap. The wind tugged at her hair, making it dance around her face in soft waves, the hair ties at the ends of her hair  fluttering like banners. For a brief moment, she looked ethereal—an image of calm against the backdrop of nature’s quiet beauty.

She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep, steadying breath. The scent of roses filled her lungs, mingling with the crispness of the autumn air.

Just breathe, she told herself.

The garden was silent, save for the gentle gurgle of the fountain and the occasional chirp of a bird in the distance. The peacefulness of the scene stood in stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart. Yet, for the first time in days, she felt a sliver of solace.

She leaned back slightly, tilting her head to feel the sunlight on her face. Her mind, however, refused to stay quiet. The memory of Raichi’s razor-sharp teeth, the suffocating grip of his hands, and the cold, piercing pain of his bite clawed at the edges of her thoughts. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

“Why can’t I just forget?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audibles over the fountain’s song.

The words hung in the air, carried away by the wind as if the garden itself were trying to console her. She sighed, opening her eyes and staring at the fountain’s cascading water. Its rhythmic flow was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic.

This place feels so far removed from everything. Like another world entirely.

She reached up and touched the bandage on her neck, hidden beneath the high collar of her shirt. The small action made her wince as a dull ache radiated from the wound. She pulled her hand away quickly, as if the contact had burned her.

“I won’t let it define me,” she murmured, her voice firmer this time.

[Name] tried to focus on the beauty around her, letting the vibrant colors and fresh scents of the roses fill her senses. The wind carried a faint, sweet melody as it rustled the petals and leaves, almost like a gentle lullaby. For a moment, she allowed herself to believe that she could leave her fears behind—that she could bury them here in this garden and move forward.

But deep down, she knew the road ahead would not be so easy.

She closed her eyes again, drawing in another deep breath and exhaling slowly. The breeze tugged at her once more, and this time she smiled faintly, imagining it was the garden’s way of reassuring her.

“Just for now,” she said softly, almost as if speaking to the roses themselves, “I’ll pretend everything’s okay.”

And for a little while, she sat there, letting the tranquility of the garden envelop her like a warm embrace. It wasn’t a solution, but it was a start. Sometimes, that was enough.

The soft tranquility of the rose garden wrapped around [Name] like a comforting blanket. The rustling of leaves and the delicate gurgle of the fountain seemed to hum a song meant only for her ears. Her head leaned back slightly, her eyes closed as she inhaled the sweet scent of roses, the moment a rare escape from the whirlwind of her thoughts.

Then, a sudden voice pierced the serenity.

“Pardon me, I hope I didn’t startle you.”

[Name]’s eyes flew open as she jerked forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned sharply toward the sound, her breath catching in her throat. Standing a few feet away, at the edge of the rose bushes, was a figure she didn’t recognize.

“I apologize,” the boy said quickly, his tone warm and soothing, as though he were calming a frightened animal. “I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just... a rare sight, seeing someone here alone.”

[Name] studied him warily, her shoulders tense. The boy was tall, with dark skin that seemed to catch the sunlight in a warm glow. His eyes, a deep brown, were kind but sharp, watching her with a curiosity that was disarming rather than intrusive. His short black hair, cropped in a clean buzz cut, added to his composed appearance.

“I... it’s alright,” [Name] stammered, though her voice betrayed her nerves. She pressed her hands against her lap to steady them, reminding herself to breathe.

The boy smiled gently and took a small step closer, his movements slow and measured. “I won’t come any closer if it makes you uncomfortable,” he said, his tone calm. “But you seemed... lost in thought. Sometimes it helps to talk.”

[Name] hesitated. There was no malice in his demeanor, but her paranoia gnawed at the edges of her mind. She had been so careful, so guarded since that night. Could she trust anyone?

“I... I’m fine, really,” she murmured, her eyes darting to the fountain as if seeking refuge in its constant flow.

The boy tilted his head slightly, studying her as if trying to gauge her true feelings. Then, with a polite nod, he moved to the other side of the bench and sat down, keeping a respectful distance.

“I should introduce myself. My name is Julian Loki,” he said, his French accent adding an elegant rhythm to his words. His posture was relaxed, yet there was an air of confidence about him, a quiet assurance that made his presence both intriguing and calming.

[Name] glanced at him, her nerves still taut but beginning to loosen. “[Name],” she replied softly, her voice barely audible.

Julian’s gaze didn’t waver as he smiled again. “A pleasure, [Name]. I couldn’t help but notice you seemed... troubled. If you don’t mind me saying so.”

Her hands gripped the edge of the bench. She wanted to deny it, to brush it off and assure him that everything was fine. But his patience, his calm demeanor, made her falter. She glanced at him again, this time meeting his eyes, and saw no judgment there—only quiet understanding.

“It’s... been a tough few days,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. She looked away, ashamed of the vulnerability that slipped through her words. “Something happened, something bad. I don’t want to drag anyone into it, but... I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Julian nodded, his expression thoughtful. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke. “Life has a way of throwing storms at us when we least expect them,” he said, his voice low and steady. “It’s not always fair, and it’s not always easy. But those storms don’t last forever.”

[Name] listened, her gaze fixed on the fountain. His words were simple, but there was a weight to them, as though he spoke from experience.

“Sometimes,” Julian continued, “it feels like the darkness will swallow us whole. But in those moments, we have to remember: the light is still there, even if we can’t see it. And when we come out of the storm, we’re stronger for it.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide. “How do you... stay so calm? So... certain?”

Julian smiled, a faint hint of melancholy touching his features. “Because I’ve faced my share of storms too,” he said simply. “And I’ve learned that strength doesn’t mean ignoring the pain. It means enduring it, accepting it, and moving forward anyway.”

As he spoke, his hand reached out to the nearest rose bush, his fingers brushing delicately against a bloom. He plucked a single white rose, holding it up to admire its pristine beauty.

“This rose,” he said, his voice soft, “grew despite the thorns that surrounded it. Despite the harshness of the world, it blossomed into something beautiful.” He turned to her, his gaze warm and steady. “And so will you.”

[Name] felt her chest tighten, not with fear or sadness, but with a warmth she hadn’t felt in days. She managed a small smile, her voice quiet as she said, “Thank you.”

Julian’s smile widened, and he leaned closer, lifting the rose toward her. His fingers gently tilted her chin, his touch light and respectful. “The beauty in life,” he said softly, “is what’s right in front of us. We just have to see it.”

With that, he tucked the white rose behind her ear, stepping back slightly to admire his handiwork. The stark white of the rose against her dark hair gave her an almost otherworldly appearance, her features framed with an ethereal glow.

For a moment, Julian seemed captivated, his brown eyes lingering on her. “You’re stronger than you realize, [Name],” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

[Name] felt her cheeks flush, her heart fluttering at his words. “I... I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, her voice shy.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Julian replied, his smile soft. “Just keep going. One step at a time.”

And as they sat there in the rose garden, the fountain singing its gentle song and the wind carrying the scent of roses, [Name] felt a small but steady spark of hope rekindle within her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The warm glow of sunlight streamed through the glass-paneled windows of the business building, illuminating the bustling corridor as students shuffled to their next classes. [Name] walked among them, her steps lighter than they had been in days. For the first time since the dreadful night in the gym, she felt a sense of peace. Julian’s words lingered in her mind like a protective shield, warding off the darker memories that had haunted her.

When she entered the lecture hall, the murmuring of her classmates filled the air. Her shoulders were straight, her chin held high, and a small but genuine smile graced her lips. As she slid into her usual seat, her friends immediately noticed the change in her demeanor.

Hitomi, seated beside her, gave her a once-over, her sharp eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You look... different,” she remarked, folding her arms over her notebook. “What’s going on with you?”

“Different?” [Name] tilted her head, feigning innocence as she unpacked her supplies. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Hitomi replied, her tone dry. “You’ve been walking around like the weight of the world’s been crushing you for days, and now you’re suddenly all sunshine and rainbows?”

“Hitomi,” Ranze chimed in from the next row, leaning back to join the conversation. His usual playful grin was present as he wagged a finger. “Don’t be so harsh. Maybe she’s just having a good day for once,once.”

“Exactly!” [Name] nodded in agreement, laughing softly. “Can’t a girl have a good day?”

“Of course you can!” Yo said, his soft voice laced with encouragement. “It’s nice to see you looking more like yourself, [Name]-chan. Whatever changed, it seems like it’s helped a lot.”

Ranze gave her a thumbs-up, his teal eyes sparkling with approval. “Yeah, you’re glowing, [Name]. Whatever’s got you in this mood, keep it up. It suits you, you.”

[Name] flushed slightly at their compliments, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you. I guess I just... needed some time to clear my head. I had a moment of clarity, that’s all.”

Hitomi leaned her elbow on the desk, resting her chin in her palm as she continued to scrutinize her friend. “A moment of clarity, huh?” she said, raising a skeptical brow. “And this wouldn’t have anything to do with why you skipped lunch earlier, would it?”

[Name] froze for a fraction of a second before shaking her head with a casual smile. “Nope, nothing like that. I just needed some fresh air, that’s all.”

Hitomi wasn’t convinced, but before she could press further, the professor entered the room, calling for everyone’s attention. The students quickly settled into their seats, the chatter dying down as the lecture began.

[Name] let out a small breath of relief, grateful for the distraction. She could feel Hitomi’s gaze lingering on her, but she kept her focus firmly on the professor, jotting down notes with renewed energy.

Throughout the lecture, Ranze occasionally leaned over to whisper playful comments, drawing quiet laughter from both [Name] and Yo. Hitomi remained more reserved, though she occasionally glanced at [Name] with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

When class ended and the students began to pack up their things, Yo turned to [Name] with a kind smile. “Hey, if you ever need to talk, you know we’re here for you, right?”

[Name]’s heart warmed at his words, and she nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Yo-kun. That means a lot.”

Ranze slung his bag over his shoulder, his grin widening. “Same goes for me. If anyone’s giving you a hard time, just say the word, and I’ll handle it.”

“Thanks, Kurona,” she replied with a laugh. “But I’m fine. Really.”

As they exited the lecture hall, Hitomi walked beside her, her expression still thoughtful. “Just remember,” she said quietly, “if you’re hiding something, it’s only going to get harder to keep it bottled up.”

[Name] glanced at her, momentarily caught off guard by her perceptiveness. But she forced a smile, her voice steady as she said, “I’ll keep that in mind, Hitomi. But honestly, I’m okay.”

Hitomi didn’t look entirely convinced, but she nodded nonetheless. “Alright. Just don’t forget we’re here for you.”

[Name]’s steps felt lighter as they headed to their next destination. Though she knew she couldn’t share the truth of what had happened, the support of her friends—and the lingering encouragement from Julian—gave her the strength to face the day ahead. For now, that was enough.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a soft golden glow over the campus as [Name] made her way toward the garden. Her feet crunched against the gravel path, but her mind was elsewhere, the fresh memory of Julian’s kindness still swirling in her thoughts. She had told the others she was going to the restroom, but in truth, she just needed some air—some solitude.

As she rounded a corner, she abruptly collided with someone, the impact nearly knocking her backward. A startled gasp escaped her lips, and she looked up to see Haru Hayate towering over her, his face emotionless but with a hint of amusement.

“Oh, sorry about that!” she blurted, stepping back and bowing slightly. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Haru smiled, brushing off her apology with a casual wave of his hand. “No big deal, really. Happens to the best of us.”

Behind him stood a small group of guys lounging on the benches and leaning against the surrounding railings, their casual camaraderie evident in the way they joked and nudged each other. Recognizing a few faces, [Name] suddenly felt the weight of their attention shift to her.

“Yo, isn’t that [Name] Sanzuku?” Nio Kazuma called out, his voice carrying a playful edge as he grinned.

“Yeah, it is,” Aiku Oliver chimed in, his signature smirk already in place. “Miss Cutie herself.” He then gestured to the white flower still tucked neatly behind her ear.

Her cheeks flushed lightly at the nickname as she gave a shy wave. “Um, hi... I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Interrupt?” Haru was a little shocked, stepping aside to gesture to the group. “Not at all! In fact, this is perfect timing. You can meet the rest of us.”

[Name] blinked as he introduced her to the U20, a group she vaguely recognized from scattered encounters around campus but hadn’t fully connected the dots on until now.

The first to step forward was a young man with sharp, spiky white hair that jutted upwards like lightning bolts. His small brown eyes sparkled with energy as he gave her a wide, toothy grin.

“Teppei Neru, at your service!” he said cheerfully, giving her a dramatic bow before straightening with an exaggerated flourish. “You’re the talk of the campus lately, y’know. Everyone’s saying there’s this basketball player who’s making waves.”

[Name] felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that...”

“Nonsense!” Neru replied with a wink. “Keep it up, and you might just give us soccer players a run for our money.”

His upbeat energy was infectious, and despite herself, [Name] found her lips curling into a smile. “Thank you, Teppei. That’s really kind of you.”

“Let me guess, he’s already trying to recruit you for his fan club,” another voice interjected, light and teasing.

[Name] turned to see a boy with soft, salmon-pink hair streaked with black and white highlights. His blue doe-like eyes twinkled with mischief as he stepped forward, giving her a friendly wave.

“Kitsunezato Teru,” he said, his tone warm and inviting. “And I have to say, that rose suits you perfectly.”

[Name] blinked in surprise before instinctively touching the flower behind her ear. “Oh, thank you... I—”

“I’m serious,” Teru continued, tilting his head as if to admire her from a different angle. “It’s rare to see someone pull off something so effortlessly elegant.”

Her cheeks deepened in color, and she ducked her head slightly. “You’re really sweet... Thank you, Teru.”

“And this one doesn’t need an introduction,” Haru chimed in, nodding toward a darker-skinned boy leaning casually against the fountain’s edge.

[Name] looked at him for a moment, not knowing who this person is before, her eyes widened slightly as she recognized Miroku Darai, his buzz-cut hair gleaming under the sunlight and intricate henna tattoos snaking along his arms.

“We have Econ Bio together,” he reminded her, his tone calm and steady as his black eyes met hers. “You sit near Isagi, right?”

She flushed with embarrassment, realizing he had noticed her before she had ever noticed him. “Oh! I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize... That’s terrible of me.”

“It’s fine,” Darai replied with a shrug. “I’m not exactly the type to make a scene. But now you know.”

She gave him a sheepish smile. “I’ll make sure to say hi from now on.”

He nodded once, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Fair enough.”

The introductions didn’t end there, with the familiar faces of Sendo, Kento, and Aiku chiming in to tease or welcome her further.

“So, [Name],” Nio said, leaning forward with an exaggerated grin. “What’s it like hanging out with us soccer royalty?”

“Don’t inflate your ego too much,” Haru teased, nudging him playfully.

“It’s nice,” [Name] said with a small laugh. “You’re all... very lively.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Aiku quipped, his smirk as sharp as ever.

As they continued to chat, [Name] found herself relaxing in their presence, the warmth of their camaraderie melting some of her initial nervousness. Each of them had such distinct personalities, yet they all shared an easygoing energy that was hard to resist.

For the first time in days, she felt... normal. The heaviness of recent events seemed to lift, even if only temporarily.

“Well, [Name],” Sendo said, breaking through her thoughts. “You’re welcome to hang out with us anytime. Just don’t let Aiku sweet-talk you too much.”

Aiku raised a brow, feigning innocence. “Me? Sweet-talk? Never.”

[Name] laughed softly, shaking her head. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As the group dispersed and headed back to their respective activities, [Name] lingered for a moment, her heart lighter than it had been in days. Though she had merely bumped into them by chance, their cheerful energy had been exactly what she needed.

“Maybe today won’t be so bad after all,” she murmured, glancing up at the clear blue sky before heading back inside.

The sun was beginning to dip lower into the sky, casting warm amber tones across the campus as the group’s laughter echoed near the rose garden. [Name], finding herself more comfortable with the U20 members than she expected, decided to bring up a familiar topic.

“You know,” she began, her voice light and casual as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “you guys remind me a little of my cousin, Ruka. He’s always been kind of protective and outgoing, too. I think you’d get along with him.”

The moment the name left her lips, an icy tension fell over the group like a sudden winter breeze. The easy smiles and playful banter vanished, replaced by a collective grimace that darkened each of their expressions.

“Ruka Sanzuku?” Aiku repeated, his smirk twisting into a bitter sneer.

[Name] blinked, taken aback. “Yes… Do you know him?”

“Know him?” Sendo muttered, crossing his arms and leaning back with a sharp exhale. “We know him alright. And believe me, he’s not someone we’d ever want to deal with again.”

“What?” [Name] asked, confused, painting her features. “Why would you say that?”

“I can’t believe he’s your cousin,” Nio said with a scoff, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ruka Sanzuku is... well, let’s just say he’s not exactly a fan favorite around here.”

“What do you mean?” [Name]’s voice was tight now, her hands curling into her lap.

Teppei was the first to speak, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced with a somber expression. “Back in his first year, Ruka used to pick on me and Itsuki a lot. We were both new to the team and still finding our footing, but he made sure we knew we were at the bottom of the ladder.”

“He’d make snide remarks every time we made a mistake,” Itsuki added quietly, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. “It wasn’t just the teasing—it was the way he made it seem like we didn’t belong. Like we weren’t worth being here.”

Kento leaned back against the fountain, shaking his head. “And it wasn’t just them. He talked behind everyone’s back. If you weren’t perfect in his eyes, he’d find a way to tear you down, even if it was just with words. The guy was a master manipulator.”

“He’d act all high and mighty in public,” Darai chimed in, his voice tinged with anger. “But behind the scenes? Total douchebag. He was always trying to one-up everyone, like he needed to prove he was better than the rest of us.”

[Name]’s heart sank with every word. This wasn’t the Ruka she knew—the protective cousin who had always looked out for her, who offered her advice and comfort when she needed it most. Hearing this side of him was like hearing about a stranger.

“Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Oh, we’re sure,” Teru said softly, his usual friendly tone edged with disappointment. “He made it his mission to make some of us miserable. It’s hard to forget that kind of behavior.”

“And the worst part?” Darai’s deep voice cut through the growing tension like a blade. “He never apologized. He just left. Like we weren’t even worth that.”

Her lips parted to respond, but no words came out. The knot in her stomach tightened as the reality of their words settled over her. Could Ruka really have been this cruel? And if so, why had he never shown that side of himself to her?

The U20 members, distracted by their own frustrations, didn’t notice the growing discomfort on her face.

“Honestly, I’m just glad he’s gone,” Haru said, his tone lighter now as if the confession had lifted a weight off his chest. “We don’t have to deal with his ego anymore.”

“Yeah,” Nio agreed. “It’s like the air is fresher without him around.”

[Name] couldn’t listen anymore. As they continued their discussion, their words blurring into background noise, she quietly excused herself, slipping away before they could notice.

Her footsteps were hurried as she made her way down the path, her head bowed and her heart heavy. The sun was lower now, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch out endlessly before her.

How could this be true? How could the Ruka she admired—the Ruka who had always treated her like a precious sibling—be the same person they described?

She stopped near the edge of the garden, gripping the edge of a nearby bench for support. The weight of their words pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Why?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. “Why would he act that way? And why didn’t he tell me?”

Her mind raced with questions, but there were no answers to be found. All she knew was that she couldn’t face the U20 members again—not right now. Not when the image of her beloved cousin had been shattered so thoroughly.

Forcing herself to take a deep breath, [Name] straightened up and wiped at her eyes. She needed to think. To process. And most of all, she needed to find out the truth.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ��¨*:·

The sun poured through the large windows of the campus gym, illuminating the polished wooden floor. The sound of sneakers squeaking, instructors barking orders, and classmates encouraging each other filled the spacious room. [Name] knelt on her mat, her hands pressed to the floor as she worked through a series of push-ups.

Her arms trembled slightly, her breaths uneven. The ache in her muscles wasn’t the usual satisfying burn from a workout—it felt deeper, like exhaustion sinking into her bones. She hadn’t eaten lunch, and now, it was catching up to her.

“Are you okay, [Name]?” Meguru’s cheerful voice broke through the haze as he leaned down next to her, his ever-present grin slightly subdued by concern.

“Yeah, you don’t look so great,” Nijiro added, his brow furrowed as he paused mid-stretch.

[Name] forced a weak smile, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. “I’m fine, really,” she said, though her voice was softer than usual.

Meguru crouched closer, tilting his head like a curious puppy. “You sure? You’re sweating buckets, and not in the ‘I just crushed a workout’ way.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, more firmly this time, even as a wave of dizziness threatened to topple her.

The class moved into stretches. [Name] sat cross-legged on her mat, reaching forward to touch her toes. The motion made her head spin, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will the nausea away.

“You’re looking a little green,” Nijiro said, kneeling beside her with genuine concern.

“I just need a moment,” [Name] muttered, her voice tight.

But it wasn’t long before her body betrayed her. As the class transitioned into standing stretches, [Name] swayed on her feet, clutching her stomach. Her vision blurred, and her knees buckled slightly.

“Whoa, hey!” Meguru was the first to dart to her side, grabbing her arm to steady her.

The commotion caught the attention of Noa, the gym instructor. His sharp eyes locked onto the situation instantly. “[Name],” he called out, striding over with authority. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“I’m fine,” she tried to insist, her voice weak.

Noa crossed his arms, his expression unyielding. “That’s not what it looks like. You’re pale, and you can barely stand. Barou!”

At the sound of his name, Barou Shouei looked up from his spot across the gym. His imposing figure towered over the others, and his sharp red eyes glinted with a mix of annoyance and obligation.

“Take her to the infirmary,” Noa instructed without hesitation.

Barou sighed heavily, clearly unamused by being pulled away from his workout, but he didn’t argue. “Fine,” he said shortly, making his way over to [Name].

“Wait, I can walk,” [Name] protested weakly as Barou crouched slightly in front of her.

“Yeah, right,” Barou replied, his tone as blunt as ever. Without waiting for further argument, he slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly into a bridal carry.

[Name] gasped, her face flushing crimson. “Barou! I-I said I can walk!”

Barou’s crimson eyes flicked down to her, his expression deadpan. “And fall flat on your face? Sure, sounds like a great plan.”

“Seriously, I’m fine—”

“Stop talking,” he interrupted, adjusting his grip on her slightly. “You’re light as a feather. Just let me get this over with.”

[Name]’s protests faltered. Something about his calm, no-nonsense demeanor made it hard to argue, even though she felt utterly humiliated.

As Barou carried her through the hallways, the chatter of passing students followed them.

“Isn’t that Barou? Who’s the girl?”

“She looks sick. Poor thing.”

“Man, he doesn’t look happy about it, though.”

[Name] kept her head down, her cheeks burning. “You really didn’t have to carry me like this,” she muttered.

“Would you rather I dragged you?” Barou retorted, his tone sharp but not unkind. “Quit complaining. You’re the one who pushed yourself too far.”

She bit her lip, guilt washing over her. “I just… didn’t want to seem weak,” she admitted quietly.

Barou glanced down at her, his expression softening slightly. “There’s a difference between being weak and being reckless. If you’re not taking care of yourself, you’re just making things harder for everyone else.”

His words stung, but they were undeniably true.

When they reached the infirmary, Barou pushed the door open with his shoulder, startling the school nurse, who looked up from his desk.

“What happened?” the nurse asked, standing quickly.

“She’s overworked and hasn’t eaten,” Barou said bluntly, setting [Name] down gently on one of the cots.

[Name] avoided his gaze, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

The nurse sighed, already reaching for his clipboard. “This happens more often than you’d think. I’ll take it from here, Mr. Barou. Thank you for bringing her.”

Barou gave a curt nod but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he looked down at [Name] one last time. “Eat something next time. Don’t make this a habit,” he said firmly, his tone carrying a hint of concern beneath the gruffness.

Before she could respond, he turned and strode out of the infirmary, leaving her both mortified and oddly touched by his unexpected care.

As the nurse began to get up from his seat, [Name] couldn’t help but reflect on Barou’s words. Maybe he wasn’t as intimidating as he seemed.

The infirmary was softly lit, its clean, white walls adorned with motivational posters and a clock that ticked steadily, filling the otherwise quiet room. [Name] sat on the cot, her back against the wall, fiddling with the hem of her gym shirt. The events of the day had left her drained, both physically and emotionally. The door clicked shut behind Barou, his departure leaving an odd stillness in the room.

“Alright, now let’s see what we’re working with here,” a cheerful yet faintly exasperated voice broke the silence. A man strolled in from the adjoining office, clipboard in hand. He wore a pristine white lab coat, but his appearance was far from typical. His hair was a soft pastel rainbow, cascading in messy tufts that caught the fluorescent light, and his golden eyes were framed by unnaturally long lashes. Freckles dusted his sharp cheekbones and nose, giving him an almost whimsical look.

“Pablo Cavasoz,” he introduced himself briskly, his voice carrying a sing-song lilt, as if he wasn’t entirely bothered by whatever emergency had brought her here. “Dr. Cavasoz to you. And you must be today’s victim of the ‘I didn’t take care of myself’ epidemic.”

[Name] blinked, caught off guard by his sudden energy. “I—I’m not a victim. Just… a little tired.”

“A little tired, huh?” Pablo raised an arched brow, placing his clipboard on a nearby table. “Sweetheart, you’re about two steps away from passing out completely. Now, let me take a closer look before you argue yourself right back into this cot tomorrow.”

His bluntness was startling, but there was something disarming about his vibrant presence. She allowed him to check her pulse and temperature without protest, her gaze flicking to the way his pastel hair swayed as he worked.

“You’ve definitely overexerted yourself,” he said, tapping his pen against the clipboard rhythmically. “Nausea, lightheadedness, fatigue... the holy trinity of poor self-care. And I’m guessing you skipped lunch?”

[Name] hesitated before nodding. “I wasn’t hungry earlier.”

Pablo let out an exaggerated sigh, placing a hand over his chest as if she’d wounded him personally. “Skipping meals? Inexcusable. Food is sacred, darling. It’s literally fuel for this glorious machine called your body.” He gestured to himself dramatically, then leaned down to meet her eyes. “You wouldn’t let your car run on an empty tank, would you?”

“No,” [Name] admitted sheepishly.

“Exactly.” He straightened up, striding to a cabinet filled with supplies. As he rummaged through its contents, he continued speaking, half to himself and half to her. “Kids these days... always trying to push themselves to the brink. I’m surrounded by athletes and geniuses who think they’re invincible. But even gods need to eat, yes?”

She bit back a laugh, his theatricality easing the awkwardness. “I guess.”

From the cabinet, Pablo pulled out a small packet of medicine, a bottle of water, and a brightly colored snack bar with cartoon characters on the wrapper. He walked back to her, placing the items on the small tray next to her cot with a flourish. “Alright, here’s the deal: take this medicine to settle your stomach, drink this entire bottle of water—hydration is key, darling—and eat this snack. It’s adorable, and adorable things heal the soul.”

[Name] glanced at the snack bar. “Did you... pick this because of how it looks?”

“Of course!” Pablo declared proudly, placing a hand on his hip. “As the cutest 23-year-old in this building, I have a duty to spread aesthetic joy wherever I go. And let me tell you, Harajuku has spoiled me for anything less than perfection.”

She couldn’t help but smile, his energy infectious. “Thank you, Dr. Cavasoz.”

“Please, call me Pablo,” he corrected, waving her gratitude away. “Formality is for boring people. Now, eat up while I lecture you some more about self-care. You’re not leaving until I’m satisfied that you won’t collapse on me again.”

As she began nibbling on the snack, Pablo leaned against the counter, his golden eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “You know, it’s not just about eating, though. Whatever stress is weighing on you, it’s got to be managed. You’ve got this tense aura, like you’re carrying the weight of the world. Care to share, or should I start guessing wildly?”

[Name] hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “I’ve just... had a lot on my mind lately. Things have been complicated.”

“Ah, life,” Pablo said knowingly, folding his arms. “Always throwing curveballs when you least expect them. But trust me, darling, nothing is insurmountable. You’re young, bright, and—if I may say—absolutely radiant with that rose in your hair. You’ll figure it out.”

His compliment made her cheeks warm, and she reached up to touch the flower Julian had tucked behind her ear. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I think I needed to hear that.”

“Good,” Pablo replied, his tone softening. “Because you’re stronger than you think. And the next time you’re feeling overwhelmed? Come see me. We can talk it out, or I can just dazzle you with my unparalleled cuteness.”

[Name] laughed, feeling lighter than she had in days. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Smart girl,” he said with a wink. “Now finish that snack and rest up. No more skipping meals, or I’ll make it my personal mission to follow you around campus with a lunchbox.”

As he walked back to his desk, humming a cheerful tune, [Name] leaned back against the cot. For the first time in a while, she felt like things might just be okay.

The infirmary felt cozier now, its sterile ambiance softened by Pablo’s lively chatter. [Name] found herself smiling, engrossed in a surprisingly lighthearted conversation about their favorite cute things. Pablo’s face lit up as he waxed poetic about Pikachu’s charm and Kirby’s boundless adorableness, gesturing animatedly as he spoke.

“You know, if Kirby could absorb my cuteness,” Pablo joked, “he’d probably reach a level that humanity isn’t ready for. Imagine the chaos!”

[Name] laughed, the sound gentle but genuine. “He’d probably take your rainbow hair too.”

“Obviously! It’s iconic,” Pablo said, tossing his head dramatically. Then his gaze softened, and he leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm. “But I’m curious, [Name], what about you? What adorable character holds the top spot in your heart?”

She hesitated for a moment, feeling almost shy. “Wish Me Mel,” she admitted. “From Sanrio.”

Pablo’s eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together. “Oh, Wish Me Mel! The dreamy bunny with her letter-writing adventures and that pastel aesthetic? Absolutely divine choice. And honestly, so fitting for you.”

“You think so?” [Name] asked, tilting her head.

“Of course,” Pablo replied. “She’s all about spreading kindness and connection through her letters, right? I see that same warmth in you. A little daydreamy, sure, but who isn’t?”

[Name] blushed faintly at his observation, fiddling with the edge of her blanket. “I guess she’s always been a favorite because she feels... hopeful, I guess.”

“Hopeful,” Pablo echoed, nodding. “That’s the kind of vibe we all need in our lives. You’ve got excellent taste, darling. Sanrio should hire you as an ambassador.”

Their laughter filled the room, but as the conversation trailed off, [Name]’s thoughts shifted. She glanced at the clock on the wall, worry creeping into her expression.

“Pablo,” she started hesitantly, “I should probably get back to class. Mr. Blake is my AP English teacher, and he’s... really strict. If he thinks I’m skipping, it’ll be a nightmare.”

Pablo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a knowing smile. “Adam Blake, huh? Don’t worry about him. I’ll personally inform him that you were here, under my expert care. He can take it up with me if he has a problem. And trust me, nobody argues with the cutest 23-year-old in this building.”

“But—”

“No buts, darling,” Pablo interrupted gently. “Your job right now is to rest and recover. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, and your body’s trying to tell you something. Listen to it.”

[Name] hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “Okay. You’re right. Thank you, Pablo.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he said with a wink, gesturing toward the cot. “Now, lie back and close those pretty eyes. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

Despite her initial resistance, [Name] found herself relaxing against the pillow, exhaustion finally catching up with her. Within moments, her breathing slowed, and she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Pablo observed her quietly for a moment, his usual playful demeanor giving way to something more reflective. He noticed the faint lines of worry on her face begin to soften as she slept, her expression serene. Gently, he reached for the white rose tucked behind her ear, its petals beginning to wilt. The once-vibrant bloom now looked tired, its edges curling inward.

With a soft sigh, Pablo stood and walked to the trash bin near his desk. “Even beauty fades when it’s under too much pressure,” he murmured to himself, letting the rose drop into the bin. His golden eyes lingered on it for a moment before he turned back to [Name], his lips curving into a small, protective smile.

“She’ll bounce back,” he said softly, as if assuring the empty room. “Just needs a little time and care. Like all precious things.”

The room fell silent except for the gentle ticking of the clock and the rhythmic hum of the air conditioner. Pablo returned to his desk, the faintest traces of a smile still on his face, as [Name] slept peacefully for the first time in what felt like days.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The infirmary was quiet, bathed in the soft, sterile glow of late afternoon light filtering through the blinds. The faint hum of the air conditioning filled the room, a gentle rhythm that matched [Name]’s slow and even breathing. As she rested on the cot, her body finally beginning to heal from the stresses of the day, her mind floated in a dreamless void of exhaustion.

But then, a sensation pierced through the fog of her sleep—a touch.

It was subtle at first, almost indistinguishable from a light breeze brushing over her skin. Yet, it was too deliberate to ignore. Warm fingers combed softly through her hair, the strands slipping easily between them like silk. The motion was slow and purposeful, neither hurried nor careless, as if whoever was touching her was savoring the texture of her hair.

[Name] stirred slightly but couldn’t wake up, her consciousness trapped in a hazy in-between. Her body felt leaden, unresponsive to her attempts to shake off the heavy veil of sleep.

The touch didn’t stop.

‘Someone is touching me…’

Fingertips trailed down from her hair, brushing over her shoulder with a featherlight caress. They lingered there for a moment, circling in a way that sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t painful, but it was far from comforting. The sensation traveled lower, grazing along her arm before tracing the curve of her waist. She felt it acutely now—an undeniable presence. Yet, her eyelids refused to open, her limbs heavy as if pinned down by an invisible weight.

A soft sound, almost like a sigh, broke the silence. It wasn’t hers. It was... someone else’s.

Her heart began to race, the panic rising within her. Who is this? What’s happening? Her instincts screamed at her to move, to wake, to do anything, but her body betrayed her.

The hand returned, sliding back up to her shoulder before moving toward her face. She felt the pads of fingers graze her cheek, the touch impossibly light yet unbearably intimate. They lingered there, tracing the line of her jaw before pausing just below her chin.

[Name]’s breath hitched. She wanted to scream, to pull away, but she was locked in place.

And then... it stopped.

The touch was gone, leaving only a ghostly warmth where it had been. Slowly, the oppressive heaviness lifted, and [Name]’s body began to respond. Her fingers twitched, her breathing deepened, and finally, with a sharp intake of air, her eyes flew open.

The infirmary was exactly as she had left it: the faint antiseptic smell in the air, the steady hum of the air conditioner, and the muted light falling over the empty cot next to hers. There was no one else in the room, no sign of a presence.

She bolted upright, her chest heaving as her eyes darted around the space. “What... what just happened?” she whispered, her voice shaky and barely audible over the thundering of her heart.

Her hands instinctively went to her hair, smoothing it down as if to confirm it hadn’t been touched. Her skin felt strange—heightened, hypersensitive—as if the memory of those phantom touches still lingered. She rubbed at her shoulder, then her waist, but there was no evidence that anyone had been there.

Standing, her legs wobbled slightly as she steadied herself against the cot. “Was that... a dream?” she murmured, though the word felt inadequate. It had been too real, too vivid.

Her gaze flicked to the door, which was shut. Pablo had said he’d step out briefly to check on something. She was supposed to be alone. Yet, the pit in her stomach told her otherwise.

Walking to the small mirror on the wall, she examined her reflection. She looked pale, her eyes slightly sunken with lingering exhaustion. Her hair was messy but otherwise untouched. She touched her face, remembering the sensation of those fingers tracing her jawline.

A cold shiver ran down her spine, and she turned away from the mirror, pacing the room. She stopped by the trash bin, her eyes falling on the wilted white rose Pablo had discarded earlier. Its petals were more shriveled now, curling inward like a dying star.

Her fingers grazed the edge of the bin, and for a moment, she considered picking the rose up. But something held her back, an instinctive aversion she couldn’t explain.

“Get a grip,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head. “It was just a dream. Just a weird, vivid dream.”

But deep down, she wasn’t so sure. Something about the infirmary felt heavier now, as if the air itself was watching her.

She sank back onto the cot, trying to steady her breathing. Whatever had happened—dream or not—she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been there. And worse, she couldn’t tell if they had left.

The infirmary clock ticked louder than ever as [Name]'s eyes fell on its face: 7:51 PM.

Her stomach sank. “Oh no…” she whispered, her voice trembling. She had missed not one but two classes and her beloved club practice.

Scrambling for her phone on the side table, she pressed the screen awake. The brightness momentarily blinded her, but what she saw made her heart drop even further: 79 missed messages. 29 missed calls. 15 voice messages. All from one name: Ruka.

“Great. I’m dead,” she muttered, already imagining his scolding tone and sharp words. Quickly swiping through the endless stream of messages, her pulse quickened with each increasingly frantic text.

> Ruka: Where the hell are you??

Ruka: Answer your phone!!

Ruka: [Name], are you okay? I’m about to call the college!

Ruka: Seriously, where are you?

Her breathing grew shallow as she saw his latest messages.

> Ruka: If you don’t respond in the next 5 minutes, I’m coming to find you.

“Merde,” she cursed under her breath, clutching her phone to her chest. She couldn’t face him right now—not after everything. She hastily scribbled a note for Pablo, thanking him for taking care of her and apologizing for leaving so suddenly. Placing the note on the desk, she swung the infirmary door open and stepped out into the chilly night air.

As soon as she emerged onto campus, she realized how late it had truly become. The sun had long since set, leaving the sky a deep indigo, with the faintest glow of stars peeking through. Streetlights cast long, eerie shadows across the empty pathways, and the wind bit at her exposed skin.

Her dormitory was on the far side of campus—a good fifteen-minute walk, and that was if she moved quickly. But something about the dark made her uneasy. Instinctively clutching her bag tighter, she broke into a jog. The gravel pathway crunched beneath her feet, and her breath puffed in small clouds as the wind picked up.

“I’ll explain everything to Ruka later. He’ll understand... maybe,” she muttered, trying to reassure herself.

But then, her foot caught on something—a loose piece of gravel or a crack in the path—and she went down hard. The impact sent a sharp jolt through her hands and knees as they met the unforgiving ground.

“Ahh!” she hissed, the sting immediate and intense. Her palms were scraped, but her knee—her knee was worse. Blood began to well up, trickling in a dark crimson stream down her leg, staining her socks. She tried to push herself up, but the pain was searing, forcing her to sit back on the cold ground.

“Not now, not now,” she whispered through clenched teeth, brushing at the dirt around her wound. The sight of her blood made her stomach churn. Her breaths came faster, more erratic, as she struggled to figure out what to do.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in her periphery.

“You okay?”

Her head snapped up. Standing a few feet away, silhouetted by a flickering streetlight, was Rensuke Kunigami.

Tall and broad-shouldered, he looked like a knight out of a storybook, his orange hair catching the light. His expression was neutral at first, but then his gaze shifted—to her knee. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, taking a step closer.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” she insisted, waving him off and attempting to stand. But the moment she put weight on her injured leg, she winced and faltered.

Kunigami was by her side in an instant, his strong hands gripping her arm and steadying her. “Yeah, doesn’t look fine to me. Sit back down before you make it worse.”

She reluctantly obeyed, lowering herself back to the ground. “It’s just a scrape,” she muttered, feeling embarrassed and foolish for falling in the first place.

Kunigami knelt in front of her, his face serious as he examined her knee. “That’s more than a scrape,” he said. His voice was calm, but there was something else—something tense in the way he spoke.

She followed his gaze and realized he wasn’t just looking at her wound; he was staring at it. The blood.

“Kunigami?” she asked hesitantly. His hand tightened slightly on her arm, and his jaw clenched. For a moment, he didn’t respond.

His eyes darkened, pupils dilating as they fixed on the crimson trail running down her leg. He swallowed hard, his breath deepening. “...Sorry,” he said, his voice rougher now. “I just… I—”

He abruptly turned his head away, his hand twitching as though resisting an urge. “I’ll—uh—get you to the dorms,” he said quickly, standing up and stepping back. But there was something strained about his movements, like he was holding himself back.

[Name] tried to brush off the pain, her voice steadier than she felt. "No, really, I can manage," she insisted, attempting to push herself up. She wobbled but refused to give in. "I-"

Kunigami interrupted, his voice strained and trembling with something unspoken. "You need to go. Now."

His words stopped her. There was a tremor in them, a vulnerability she hadn't heard before. She turned her gaze upward, startled. "What? Why?"

"Just go!" he barked, taking a step back, his hand pressing against his temple as though trying to suppress something.

His sudden shift frightened her, but concern overrode her fear. "Kunigami, are you okay?" she asked cautiously, inching closer despite her aching knee. She reached out to him, hoping to steady whatever internal struggle he was battling.

But then he turned toward her.

The air shifted.

Gone was the composed and soft-spoken Kunigami she had known. His orange eyes, once warm, now glinted coldly under the dim light. His expression was devoid of the kindness she was accustomed to; instead, it was carved from stone- grim, calculated, and unnervingly void of emotion.

"Kunigami?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Without a word, he stepped toward her. His presence felt suffocating, an oppressive weight that pressed down on her chest. Before she could react, he grabbed her arms with a force that made her wince, pulling her close. His biceps coiled around her like iron bands, trapping her against his chest.

"W-what are you doing? Let me go!" she cried, struggling against his hold. But her attempts to free herself were futile. His grip was unyielding, his strength overpowering her completely.

"You really shouldn't move so much," he muttered, his voice eerily calm but dripping with something sinister. "It'll only make me hungrier."

Her breath hitched. "Hungry? What... what are you talking about?"

Kunigami's face lowered toward hers, his lips brushing against her hair as he inhaled deeply. His breath was slow and deliberate, his voice darkening. "Your blood. I can smell it... taste it, almost. It's so strong, so pure." His fingers weaved through her hair, stroking it in a way that made her skin crawl.

[Name]'s pulse quickened, her body trembling. "Please... stop," she begged, her voice breaking. She pushed against his chest, desperate to put space between them, but he didn't budge.

Her defiance only seemed to spark something darker in him. His calm exterior fractured, giving way to something primal and violent. "Stop?" he said, his voice low, as if mocking her. "You don't understand. It's not something I can stop. Not anymore."

He shoved her down onto the gravel path with shocking force, pinning her under his weight. [Name] gasped, the air knocked from her lungs. She squirmed, trying to crawl away, but he grabbed her injured leg and held it firm. His orange eyes glowed in the dim light, hungry and predatory.

"No-please, don't do this!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

Kunigami leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You smell... intoxicating. How can I stop when you're right here, bleeding just for me?"

Before she could scream, his fangs sank into her leg. The pain was immediate and searing, a white-hot fire that burned through her veins. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out-a silent scream of agony as he drank deeply from her. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, a mix of sharp, piercing pain and an overwhelming weakness that spread through her body like a toxin.

[Name]'s vision blurred, tears spilling uncontrollably as she felt herself slipping away. The world around her grew darker, colder, her limbs heavy and unresponsive.

Kunigami pulled back for a moment, his lips stained red, his breathing ragged. He looked down at her, his once-bright eyes now shadowed by something monstrous. He was a predator, and she his prey.

As her consciousness faded, [Name]'s lips moved weakly. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with heartbreak and confusion.

 "Why..."

And then, darkness took her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The days following that harrowing night blurred together like a long, disorienting haze for [Name]. She tried to convince herself it was a nightmare, but the persistent ache in her thigh and the angry red wound said otherwise. She’d wake in the middle of the night, clutching her leg, reliving the searing pain of fangs piercing her skin.

What haunted her even more, though, was the mystery surrounding how she got back to her dorm. One evening, she gathered the courage to ask Hitomi about it.

“I… I don’t remember coming back to the dorm that night,” she said hesitantly while they worked on assignments together. “Do you remember seeing me?”

Hitomi blinked, tilting her head curiously. “Huh? You were already asleep when I came back. I just figured you’d turned in early. Why?”

“Oh, no reason,” [Name] quickly replied, waving her hand dismissively, though her heart sank. She’d hoped Hitomi could offer her some clarity, but now she was more confused than ever.

Her days since had been consumed by a delicate balancing act. She buried herself in coursework, using the looming fall exams as a distraction. She spent time with classmates, forcing herself to smile and laugh even as she felt a gnawing unease in her gut.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In her psychology class, [Name] found a momentary reprieve in an unexpected place: a conversation with Kenyu Yukimiya. He sat a few rows ahead of her, glasses perched on his nose, giving him a scholarly and endearing look. She’d always thought he resembled a character straight out of Harry Potter—soft-spoken, kind, and intelligent.

They crossed paths in the library during lunch one day. Kenyu had a stack of books in his arms, almost blocking his view. [Name], seeing him struggle, stepped in to help.

“Need a hand?” she asked with a grin, taking a few of the books from him.

“Oh, thank you, [Name],” he said, his smile warm and genuine. “I may have gotten a little carried away.”

She chuckled as they made their way to an empty table. “A little? You’re practically carrying the library’s entire psychology section.”

“Well, exams are around the corner,” he replied, setting the books down. “I like to over prepare. Better safe than sorry, right?”

“Or better stressed than relaxed,” [Name] teased, earning a laugh from him. She found his calm demeanor comforting, a stark contrast to the chaos that had been her life recently.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In AP Government and Politics, [Name] managed to share a lighthearted moment with Karasu Tabito. He was a sharp-witted classmate who always had a quip ready.

The teacher was explaining a particularly convoluted concept when [Name] leaned over to Tabito and whispered, “Does this feel like one big riddle to you?”

Tabito smirked, not missing a beat. “Riddle? More like a cruel joke. I think the real test is whether we survive this lecture.”

[Name] stifled a laugh, grateful for the brief levity. It reminded her that, even in the midst of her inner turmoil, there were still pockets of normalcy to cling to.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In history class, Reiji and Akira became her unlikely allies. Reiji was quiet but attentive, while Akira was more outgoing and often took the lead in group projects. Together, they helped [Name] navigate assignments she might have otherwise struggled with.

“Here,” Reiji said one afternoon, sliding his notes toward her. “You looked like you were zoning out earlier. These might help.”

“Thanks, Reiji. I owe you one,” [Name] said with a grateful smile.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, his tone casual but kind.

Akira, meanwhile, leaned over with a playful grin. “And if you ever need a history tutor, you know where to find me. My rates are reasonable—just bring snacks.”

[Name] laughed softly, feeling a flicker of relief.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, one presence loomed in her periphery like a shadow she couldn’t shake: Kunigami.

Whenever she saw him in the hallways or during shared classes, her stomach twisted into knots. She avoided his gaze, ducked around corners, and even pretended to be engrossed in conversation just to escape him.

The few times he attempted to approach her, she found excuses to slip away. One afternoon, he called out to her as she left the library.

“[Name], wait—”

She didn’t look back. Her heart raced as she quickened her pace, murmuring an apology under her breath as she disappeared into the crowd.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As for Ruka, his name now carried an uncomfortable weight. [Name] couldn’t forget what U20 had said about him—the accusations of cruelty and manipulation. Whenever she was around him, she felt the urge to confront him, to demand answers.

But the promise she’d made to herself—to never involve him in her own troubles—kept her silent. Instead, she maintained a polite distance, offering smiles that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Though she managed to keep up appearances, the cracks in her facade deepened. Each night, as she lay in bed, she replayed the events of that fateful evening. The memory of Kunigami’s fangs sinking into her flesh haunted her like a ghost.

The only thing keeping her grounded was a single, unwavering thought: she had to uncover the truth. What had happened to her that night? And why had Kunigami—someone she thought she could trust—become the source of her deepest fears?

For now, she pushed those questions aside, focusing on the immediate task at hand: surviving the days ahead. But deep down, she knew her search for answers was far from over.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The soft drone of the air conditioning hummed in the background as Mr. Blake paced across the front of the AP English classroom. His tailored suit, as always, was immaculate, and his voice carried an authoritative yet strangely soothing cadence as he explained the rubric for their upcoming assignment.

“The essay will require MLA formatting,” he began, gesturing to the slide displayed on the projector screen. “That means proper citations for every source, an introduction that clearly outlines your thesis, and at least three supporting arguments in the body paragraphs. Any questions?”

[Name] scribbled furiously in her notebook, her pen dancing across the page as she tried to capture every detail. She didn’t want to miss anything; she already felt like she’d been falling behind lately, and this essay seemed like it would be a hefty part of their grade.

“Remember,” Mr. Blake continued, pausing to adjust his glasses, “your arguments need to be substantiated. Unsupported opinions won’t earn you much credit. Show me your critical thinking. Convince me why your perspective matters. This isn’t just about what you think; it’s about how well you can argue it.”

[Name] underlined critical thinking in her notes, her brows furrowing.

“Of course, I expect nothing less from this class,” he added with a small smile, his gaze sweeping over the students. “You’re among the brightest. Make sure you prove that to me.”

Just as [Name] was finishing her note about the essay’s word count, the shrill ring of the announcement system echoed through the classroom, breaking the rhythm of Mr. Blake’s lecture.

“Good evening, students and staff,” came the voice of the announcer, slightly muffled but clear enough to make out. 

“This is a reminder that after today’s club activities have concluded, all students and staff are required to report to the auditorium for this month’s assembly. Attendance is mandatory. Thank you.”

The announcement cut off with a faint click, leaving the room in a brief silence.

[Name] paused, her pen hovering over her notebook. She leaned slightly toward Ikki, who sat at the desk next to hers. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he worked diligently on something in his notebook, but he glanced up at her questioningly when he noticed her movement.

“What’s the assembly about?” she whispered, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the rest of the class.

Ikki blinked, his expression thoughtful for a moment before he replied. “Oh, it’s just something they do every month before exams. They cover updates, reminders about exam protocols, stuff like that.”

“Really? Every month?” [Name] tilted her head, genuinely curious.

“Yeah,” Ikki said with a small nod, pushing his hair out of his face. “It’s nothing too exciting, but it’s required. The principal usually speaks, and sometimes they bring in guest speakers.”

“Hmm,” she murmured, jotting a small reminder about the assembly in the margin of her notebook. “I see. Thanks, Niko.”

He gave her a faint smile before returning to his notes, his demeanor as calm and reserved as always.

At the front of the room, Mr. Blake cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention back to him. “As I was saying,” he continued, “this essay will be due by the end of next week. No exceptions. I expect drafts to be submitted for peer review by Wednesday. That gives you plenty of time to refine your arguments before the final submission.”

[Name] sighed softly, already feeling the weight of the assignment settle on her shoulders. The assembly sounded like a break from the usual grind, but she couldn’t help wondering if it would bring anything unexpected. After all, nothing in her life had been predictable lately.

Still, she forced herself to focus on the present. For now, her only concern was taking notes and staying ahead. The mystery of the assembly could wait.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

After club activities, she quickly ran to the locker room to change into her uniform and head on down to the auditorium 

The auditorium was abuzz with a lively din, a blend of voices and laughter echoing against the high ceilings. Rows upon rows of students shuffled into place, their uniforms crisp and polished as they settled into their seats for the mandatory assembly. [Name] had quickly changed after her last club activity and was scanning the crowded room for an open seat. Her eyes darted across the rows until she spotted one in the fourth row, smack in the middle.

‘Perfect.’

Navigating through the throng of students, she excused herself with polite murmurs until she finally made it to the empty spot. She plopped down with a sigh of relief and scanned her surroundings. To her left, a few unfamiliar faces chatted animatedly, but three seats down on her right, a flash of vibrant red caught her eye.

Hyoma.

He noticed her at the same moment and offered a small wave, his signature graceful smile lighting up his face. [Name] smiled back and waved in return. She always found his calm demeanor refreshing amidst the chaos of campus life.

Her brief moment of calm was interrupted as someone slid into the seat directly to her right. [Name] turned her head, expecting another friendly face, but instead, she froze.

The figure towering beside her radiated an intense aura, one that felt both intimidating and magnetic. His tall, lean frame seemed almost impossibly perfect, his sharp teal eyes slicing through the dim auditorium light. His black hair fell across his face in messy bangs, with one thick strand cutting diagonally across his right eye, giving him an even more brooding appearance.

[Name] blinked. It was Rin Itoshi.

She recognized him immediately—how could she not? He was Sae Itoshi’s younger brother, and the very same guy who sat directly in front of her in Mathematics. Despite sharing a classroom, she had never actually spoken to him. His aloof, almost standoffish demeanor didn’t exactly scream approachable.

Still, she decided to be polite.

“Hey,” she said with a small smile, her voice light as she tried to strike up a conversation.

Rin didn’t even glance at her. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the stage, his expression as cold and unreadable as a marble statue.

Undeterred, [Name] tried again. “You’re Rin, right? We’re in Math together. I sit behind you.”

This time, he did look at her, but the glare he shot her was sharp enough to cut glass. His teal eyes narrowed as if her very presence was an inconvenience to him.

[Name] blinked, taken aback by his rudeness.

“...Okay,” she said slowly, frowning. “Rude much?”

Rin let out a soft scoff, finally turning his body slightly toward her. “What do you want?” His tone was clipped, his words practically dripping with disdain.

[Name] narrowed her eyes. “I was just trying to be friendly. You know, like a normal person. But clearly, you’re allergic to basic decency.”

He smirked, though it wasn’t a kind one. “I don’t have time for ‘friendly.’”

[Name]’s frown deepened. “Wow, you really are full of yourself, huh? Sae must be a saint if he puts up with you.”

At the mention of his older brother, Rin’s expression darkened noticeably. The coldness in his eyes turned glacial, and for a moment, [Name] almost regretted her comment.

Almost.

“You don’t know anything about me or Sae,” he said flatly, his voice low but laced with an edge that made her skin prickle.

[Name] crossed her arms, undeterred. “Maybe not, but I know enough to say that he’s probably a lot nicer than you.”

The two locked eyes in a silent standoff, the air between them heavy with unspoken tension. Around them, the noise of the auditorium seemed to fade into the background, replaced by an almost tangible electricity.

Finally, Rin broke the silence with a humorless chuckle, leaning back in his seat. “Think whatever you want. I don’t care.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” [Name] shot back, turning her attention firmly to the stage.

Her irritation bubbled just beneath the surface, but she forced herself to focus on the assembly that was about to begin. Rin, for all his arrogance, wasn’t worth the energy.

As the lights dimmed and the principal took the stage, [Name] stole one last glance at Rin out of the corner of her eye. His posture was relaxed, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his inner turmoil.

‘What’s his deal?’ she wondered, shaking her head.

She didn’t know if she’d ever understand Rin Itoshi, but one thing was clear: whatever issues he had, she wasn’t about to let them ruin her night.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The lights dimmed further, leaving the stage as the sole focal point in the vast auditorium. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal of the campus, Ego Jinpachi, took center stage. His presence was magnetic, his long, thin frame and unusually elongated neck giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. His sharp, black bob cut and perfectly straight bangs framed his face, which bore dark circles under his intense eyes, accentuated by the glint of his black-framed glasses.

Ego stood tall and unwavering, adjusting his bolo tie with a calculated motion. He exuded an aura of ambition so palpable it made the entire room feel smaller. His voice, deep and steady, boomed through the microphone.

"Good evening, students," he began, his tone both commanding and eerily calm. "Another month has passed, another cycle of mediocrity endured."

A few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but Ego paid no mind.

"As we approach the fall exams, let me remind you of one fundamental truth: in this world, those who dare to be average are destined to fade into obscurity. Greatness is not bestowed upon the meek, the humble, or the altruistic. Greatness is claimed by those who possess the will to take it, no matter the cost."

His eyes scanned the audience, and [Name] felt a shiver run down her spine as they briefly locked onto her row. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to focus elsewhere, but Ego’s voice demanded attention.

"Each of you is here not to serve some collective purpose," Ego continued, his voice growing sharper. "You are here to become the best. To outshine, to overpower, to dominate. Teamwork? Altruism? These are the crutches of the weak. And weakness,"—he paused, letting the word hang in the air—"has no place on this campus."

[Name] glanced around nervously, catching glimpses of her peers. Hyoma looked calm, almost amused, while others like Ikki seemed completely absorbed. To her right, Rin sat perfectly still, his teal eyes fixated on Ego as if the man’s words were gospel. [Name] resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his unwavering seriousness.

Her gaze wandered further, landing on the staff members seated behind Ego. Lavinho, the ever-relaxed professor, was leaning back in his chair, balancing it precariously on two legs as he stared at the ceiling with a bored expression. Chris Prince, who always looked like he’d stepped out of a fitness magazine, was glancing at his watch with a look that screamed, how long is this going to take?

The vice principal, Teieri, and Luiza Bogdanova, one of the more refined staff members, sat with their legs crossed, exuding an air of propriety. [Name]’s gaze lingered on them for a moment until she noticed Adam Blake, her AP English professor, sneaking not-so-subtle glances at Luiza’s chest.

[Name] grimaced and immediately looked away, trying to scrub the image from her mind. Gross.

Her attention shifted to the other side of the stage, where the Club Captains and the New Gen 11 sat. Sae Itoshi looked as detached as ever, his chin resting on his hand, his expression one of utter boredom. Lorenzo yawned, stretching out lazily as if he were at home on his couch. Michael looked equally disinterested, his arms crossed and his eyes half-closed.

And then there was Ruka.

[Name]’s heart skipped a beat as she spotted her cousin sitting stiffly among the other elite figures. His intense red eyes scanned the sea of students, searching for someone. She knew exactly who.

When his gaze finally landed on her, his expression hardened. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw clenched. [Name] followed his line of sight and realized, with a sinking feeling, that he was staring not at her but at the person seated beside her—Rin.

Ruka’s hands tightened into fists on his lap, his knuckles whitening as his lips pressed into a thin line.

Oh no.

[Name] quickly looked away, pretending she hadn’t noticed his death glare. The last thing she needed was Ruka causing a scene—or worse, confronting Rin after the assembly. She made a mental note to talk to him later and try to diffuse whatever irrational anger he was brewing.

Meanwhile, Ego continued his speech, oblivious to the myriad tensions simmering in the audience.

"As we move into the final stretch of this semester, I expect nothing less than absolute dedication from each and every one of you. Complacency is a disease, and failure is not an option. Strive for excellence, not for others, but for yourself. Make no mistake—this is a competition, and the only prize worth winning is your place at the top."

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the students once more.

"That is all. Dismissed."

The lights brightened slightly as the assembly came to an end. Students began filing out of their seats, the buzz of conversation picking up once again.

[Name] stood and gathered her things, keeping her head low as she prepared to slip away unnoticed. But as she glanced at Ruka one last time, she couldn’t help but feel a growing unease.

Something told her that this was far from over.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was bustling yet tense as students shuffled chairs back to their racks. The faint clatter of metal echoed around the room, accompanied by murmured conversations and the occasional scrape of a chair leg dragging across the floor. [Name] Sanzuku, trying to keep her head down and avoid unnecessary interactions, moved quickly to fold a nearby chair.

In her haste, she bumped into someone—hard.

“Watch it,” Rin Itoshi snapped, his teal eyes narrowing at her.

“Excuse you,” [Name] shot back, her irritation flaring instantly. “You could’ve moved out of the way, you know.”

Rin’s lips curved into a slight sneer. “Maybe you should watch where you’re going instead of being so careless.”

[Name]'s fists clenched around the chair she was folding. “You’re unbelievable. How can someone so arrogant even exist? Must be exhausting being you.”

“Better than being lukewarm like your ass,” Rin countered, his tone cold and cutting.

Before [Name] could retaliate, a sharp voice cut through the tension.

“[Name]!”

Both turned toward the source of the voice, and [Name]’s stomach sank when she saw Ruka Sanzuku striding toward her with his usual commanding presence. His crimson eyes were sharp with irritation, and his jaw was set in a way that told her he wasn’t here for a casual chat.

He reached her in a few long strides, grasping her hand firmly. “We’re leaving. Now.”

[Name] blinked in surprise before yanking her hand back. “Excuse me? I’m in the middle of something here. What’s your problem?”

Ruka’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer. “My problem is him.” He jerked his chin toward Rin, who was watching the scene unfold with an unamused expression. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near the Itoshis. They’re nothing but trouble.”

Rin’s eyes flickered with disdain at the comment. “Say that again, old man?”

Ruka ignored him, keeping his attention on [Name]. “Come on, let’s go. You don’t belong here with people like him.”

[Name]’s temper flared. “People like him? What are you even talking about? Rin’s a jerk, sure, but that doesn’t mean you get to swoop in and control who I talk to!”

Ruka’s voice lowered, his tone now almost pleading. “I’m trying to protect you. You don’t understand what they’re capable of.”

“Protect me? From what? Your overbearing attitude?” She tried to pull her hand free again, but Ruka’s grip tightened slightly, making her wince. “Ruka, let go of me!”

By now, the commotion had caught the attention of everyone in the auditorium. Students stopped folding chairs, turning to watch the drama unfold with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“Hey,” Rin interjected, stepping closer. “You don’t get to manhandle her like that.”

Ruka glared at Rin, his body tensing. “This has nothing to do with you, Itoshi. Stay out of it.”

“Oh, it has everything to do with me,” Rin retorted, his voice dripping with venom. “Since you’re so concerned about her, why don’t you actually listen to what she wants instead of dragging her around like she’s your puppet?”

Ruka’s nostrils flared, but before he could respond, a third voice joined the fray.

“Well, isn’t this a touching display of familial dysfunction,” Sae Itoshi drawled, stepping out from the shadows behind Ruka. His tone was laced with mockery, and his face was infuriatingly smug.

Ruka stiffened but didn’t turn to face Sae.

Sae continued, his voice calm yet cutting. “I didn’t realize the great Ruka Sanzuku moonlighted as a babysitter. Must be exhausting keeping up with all her little tantrums.”

Ruka’s hands balled into fists, and [Name] saw his composure beginning to crack.

“That’s enough!” she snapped, her voice rising above the din. “Both of you—stop treating me like I’m some kind of possession!”

The auditorium fell silent. Even Sae raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden outburst.

[Name] turned her glare to Ruka, her patience completely gone. “You don’t get to dictate who I can or can’t talk to. And you definitely don’t get to drag me around like some damsel in distress.”

“[Name], listen to me—” Ruka started, but she cut him off.

“No, you listen!” Her voice shook with anger. “You’ve been smothering me ever since I got here, and I’m done with it. So do me a favor and fuck off!”

Gasps echoed around the room, followed by a few murmured “ohs.”

Ruka’s eyes widened in shock, and for the first time, he seemed genuinely at a loss for words. His hand loosened its grip on hers, but before he could fully process what had just happened, [Name] raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The sound of the slap reverberated through the auditorium like a gunshot.

A stunned silence fell over the crowd as Ruka’s head snapped to the side. His hand slowly rose to touch his cheek, his expression a mixture of disbelief and hurt.

[Name]’s chest heaved with emotion as she glared at him, her anger still burning bright. Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the auditorium, her footsteps echoing in the quiet.

As the doors slammed shut behind her, the tension in the room finally broke.

“Damn!” Lorenzo’s booming laugh filled the silence. “That was better than a soap opera!”

Michael Kaiser smirked, leaning back in his chair. “I almost feel bad for the guy. Almost.”

Meanwhile, Ruka remained frozen in place, his hand still pressed to his cheek as his crimson eyes flickered with a storm of emotions. Sae’s eyes widened slightly as he stepped past his brother, murmuring under his breath, “Guess you’re not as untouchable as you thought.”

Rin, on the other hand, watched the door [Name] had stormed through, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turned and walked away, leaving Ruka standing amidst the sea of murmuring students, his pride and composure shattered.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The flower garden was quiet, save for the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. The night’s chill kissed [Name]’s skin as she crouched behind the tall bushes, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Tears streamed down her face, catching the soft glow of the moonlight. She had undone her hair letting her hair flow freely as the wind wove through it, its cool touch contrasting with the heat of her flushed, tear-streaked cheeks.

Her heart felt unbearably heavy, weighed down by the tumult of emotions she could no longer keep contained. The shame of the auditorium, the suffocating grip of Ruka’s overprotection, and the unresolved pain from everything before—all of it bore down on her like a collapsing mountain. As her sobs softened, she looked up at the sky, her eyes reflecting the ethereal glow of the moon.

The moonlight, gentle and unobtrusive, illuminated her fragile form in a way that felt almost surreal. She was a porcelain doll on the brink of shattering, each silent tear carving a piece of her heart into fragments.

For a moment, she prayed for a quiet night. Prayed for something—anything—to take her away from this pain.

Then she heard them. Footsteps.

They were hurried but softened once they neared, careful yet insistent. The sound broke through her solitude, though she didn’t move. Whoever it was, they could find her if they wanted. She didn’t care.

The footsteps stopped, and a figure crouched down before her.

“[Name],” a voice said, breathless yet full of relief.

It was Isagi Yoichi. His dark blue eyes, illuminated faintly by the moon, searched her face with a mix of worry and exhaustion. Sweat dotted his forehead, his shirt slightly disheveled as if he had run all over campus to find her.

“[Name],” he repeated, his tone soft now, almost pleading. “Everyone’s been looking for you. Are you okay?”

She didn’t respond.

Yoichi knelt fully, his brows knitting together in concern as he moved closer. “Hey, say something.”

Still, she remained silent, her gaze distant as if she hadn’t even registered his presence.

Yoichi exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the crisp night air. He seemed to understand that pressing her wouldn’t help. Instead, he lowered himself onto the grass beside her, stretching his legs out as his eyes drifted upward to the night sky.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight,” he murmured, his voice steady yet contemplative.

[Name]’s silence persisted, but there was a flicker in her gaze. She blinked once, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but the words dissolved before they could form.

For a long moment, they sat like that—Yoichi looking at the moon, and [Name] drowning in her emotions. The stillness was palpable, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant chirping of crickets.

Then, gently, Yoichi reached out. His fingers brushed against her hair, gathering a soft strand and letting it glide between his fingertips. He didn’t say anything, didn’t push her, but the gesture was tender and grounding.

“You’re hurting,” he said after a while, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can feel it. But… I can’t help unless you let me.”

Something in his tone cracked the wall [Name] had built around herself. Her throat tightened, and her vision blurred again with fresh tears.

“Why… why me?” she finally croaked, her voice raw and trembling.

Yoichi turned to her fully, his fingers pausing mid-motion in her hair. “[Name]…”

She sniffled, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. “Why does it always have to be me, Isagi? Why am I the one who keeps getting pulled into all this?” Her voice cracked, the weight of her emotions spilling out like a dam breaking.

She began to ramble, her words tumbling out between shaky breaths. “First it was Raichi, then Kunigami, and now Ruka—and it’s not just them!! It’s everything. I don’t understand why I can’t just—just be left alone. Why does everyone have to make me feel like I’m being suffocated!? Like I don’t have a choice!?”

Her body shook as the words kept pouring out. “I try, Isagi! I try so hard to keep it together, but it’s too much! I feel like I’m drowning, and no one cares! No one cares how I feel—they just want me to fit into their stupid expectations!”

She broke then, burying her face in her hands as sobs wracked her body. Yoichi’s heart clenched at the sight.

Without hesitation, he moved closer, wrapping his arms around her trembling form. He held her tightly, his chin resting atop her head as he whispered softly. “It’s okay. Let it out. I’m here.”

[Name] cried harder, clutching the fabric of his shirt as though it were the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth. Yoichi stroked her hair gently, murmuring words of comfort.

“You’re not alone,” he said quietly, his voice firm despite its softness. “You don’t have to carry this by yourself. I’ll be here, [Name]. Always.”

She sniffled, her face still buried in his chest. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?” Her voice was muffled, but the vulnerability in it was unmistakable.

Yoichi pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt her chin up so she could meet his gaze. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the lingering tears.

“Because you matter to me,” he said simply. “You’ve always mattered to me.”

Her breath hitched at the sincerity in his words, and for a moment, the world seemed to still.

Then, without warning, Yoichi leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a gentle yet firm kiss.

[Name]’s eyes widened in shock, her body freezing momentarily before slowly relaxing into the kiss. It was tender, unhurried, and filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite name but felt deep in her chest.

When they finally broke apart, Yoichi rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin.

“You don’t have to face this alone,” he murmured. “I’ll be here, no matter what.”

Tears welled in her eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. She nodded faintly, her hands gripping his shirt as she whispered, “Thank you.”

Under the moonlight, amidst the flowers, a fragile connection was forged—a moment of solace in the chaos of their lives.

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𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙿𝚄𝚂!! 𝚠����𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝟷𝟾 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛!!!

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[marry-me-o-gin]

And here's Hana in her element as Gin can't help be smitten with her! ^.^

[marry-me-o-gin]

I'm reading Blue Lock and omg Gin Gagamaru is just the cutest thing! So of course I had to make a canon x OC ship! ^.^ So here is my OC Hana giving Gin a cupcake after training! She's only 160cm tall and he's 190cm so there's definitely a height discrepancy! :D

[maochira]

Barou, sendou, shidou, tsuyussy, raichi, nagi, aryu and Junichi <3

Barou

Sexuality: unlabeled but he doesn't really care about his partner's gender. He always thinks he prefers girls but then he gets a fat crush on a guy (Isagi)

Gender: cis

OTP: Barousagi

BROTP: Lorenzo

NOTP: idk I barely know Barou ships

General opinion: I love him so much literally obsessed with him I love him he's my big brother (real

Sendou

Sexuality: bi

Gender: trans guy

OTP: Oliver x Sendou

BROTP: Aryu

NOTP: Sendou x Sae

General opinion: wanna wrap him in a blanket and feed him heart shaped sushi

Shidou

Sexuality: gay

Gender: chaos

OTP: Shidou x Takumi

BROTP: Bachira

NOTP: Ryusae and Ryurin

General opinion: insane brainrot he spins in a microwave in my brain constantly

Tsuyosa (Takumi)

Sexuality: gay

Gender: demiboy (he/they)

OTP: Takumi x Shidou

BROTP: Enjin and Shizuo (friends' OCs)

NOTP: idk honestly

General opinion: my beloved babyboy I wanna give him a warm bath and dry his hair with a warm towel

Raichi

Sexuality: demisexual biromantic

Gender: cis

OTP: none really

BROTP: Gagamaru and Junichi

NOTP: idk

General opinion: I love him so much I want a forehead kiss from him

Nagi

Sexuality: eepy beepy

Gender: eepy beepy

OTP: Nagireo

BROTP: Isagi

NOTP: idk

General opinion: silly sleepy eepy beepy I want to give him a heated blanket and sing him a lullaby

Aryu

Sexuality: gay

Gender: genderfluid or transfem

OTP: Aryutoki

BROTP: Chigiri

NOTP: idk

General opinion: I want him to rate my hair product collection and then I want him to wash and style my hair

Junichi

Sexuality: aroace

Gender: cis but doesn't really care about pronouns

OTP: none

BROTP: Raichi and Gagamaru

NOTP: Keisuke

General opinion: I crave cuddles with him on a daily basis