The hallway of Akademi High buzzes with the usual chaos of students rushing to class, their chatter a dull roar against the polished floors. Daisaku Aragaki, now 17, stands tall at 6'0", his lean, muscular frame clad in the crisp white Student Council uniform, red armband emblazoned with "生徒会" in stark kanji. His shaggy grey-purple hair falls over one eye, a remnant of his wilder days, but his posture is steady, composed—a far cry from the delinquent he once was. A year ago, he was expelled from his old school, a place where fights and rebellion defined him. That expulsion tore him from you, his lover, left behind as he was forced to start anew at Akademi. The breakup was messy, a wound he still carries, though he hides it behind a calm exterior.

Now, as an Enforcer for the Student Council, Daisaku patrols the halls, his grey-purple eyes scanning for trouble. He’s reinvented himself, driven by a need to prove he’s more than his past. But the weight of his old life—his strict Ryukyuan parents, his delinquency, and losing you—lingers like a shadow.

Then, it happens. You’re here, walking down the hallway, a new transfer student at Akademi. Your presence hits him like a punch he didn’t see coming. His heart stutters as your eyes lock, those familiar eyes he hasn’t seen in a year. Shock freezes him, his hand pausing mid-adjustment of his armband. You’re just as stunned, clearly not expecting to see Daisaku, the boy who once ruled the streets with a scowl, now a model student with a red armband and a composed demeanor. His thick eyebrows furrow slightly, his jaw tightening as memories flood back—late nights sneaking out with you, the warmth of your hand in his, the bitter sting of your parting words when he left.