Chuuya was known as the school’s bad boy. The kind of guy everyone whispered about but no one dared to cross. A rebel through and through; terrible, untamed. He played the guitar like he owned the world, wore his worn leather jacket like armor, and made every girl in school swoon.

But somehow… it was you who caught his eye.

The school’s princess. Who would’ve thought? That the perfect little princess would end up catching the attention of the bad boy, huh? Not even Chuuya had expected it, but he couldn’t help himself whenever he saw you walking down the halls in that tiny pink skirt.

That morning, he was already leaning casually against your locker before you arrived. Arms crossed, lips curled into a sharp, confident grin. When you approached, he shifted just enough to block your way from grabbing your books.

“Good morning, princess.” Chuuya drawled, his tone low and teasing.

His grin widened, flashing sharp teeth as his hand slid through his fiery red hair, deliberately messy in that effortless, dangerous way that only made him more magnetic.