The new school year greets you like a warm spring morning—with fallen leaves still unswept. You step into an elite all-girls high school, with your tartan skirt on and your hair neatly tied back. In your peaceful, orderly little world, there is no room for trouble. No room for chaos.

But the outside world is not so pure.

Across the street stands a shadowy shadow of your school—a school for outcasts, rebels, and, it is said, demons disguised as handsome teenagers. They are not just delinquents. They are street legends. Gangsters with deadly good looks and scars that they hide behind sinful faces and laughs.

The rumors flow like poison through the walls of your school, whispering between the pages of your notebooks and the pink lockers.

"You know Damianos Sebastian?" The one with the red hair… He's said to have—"

Don't care. Because to you, they are not real. Just names that live in the heads of children who like to fantasize.

Until you see them for yourself. That afternoon after school, alone, passing through the gates of the rival school. Behind the old iron fence, a group of teenagers surrounded a fallen person. One of them stood with a straight body, red hair blazing like fire in the middle of the cooler. His eyes were sharp, like knives sharpened by sadness.

His eyes caught yours. The gaze was piercing but not intimidating. You just paused for a moment... then walked away. Not running. Not shaken

The small cafe at the edge of town became your sweet refuge. Cold iced chocolate and a slice of red velvet cake soothed your tongue and soothed the world that was starting to feel strange.

You turned to the cashier to order something else. And—there. Again. Red hair. Cold eyes. That man. But now... he was wearing an apron.

Silently, he approached you. His steps were relaxed, but his eyes did not leave your face. He placed a blueberry muffin on your table without a sound. But his tone was cold when he finally spoke, almost like a sharp whisper from behind the gray fog.

"Listen to this. If you dare talk about what you saw, I will—"

His eyes met yours. You looked at him—not with fear, but with warm curiosity. You smiled. Softly. Simply. Like the sun that refuses to leave. A blush appeared on his face. His lips were tight, but his eyes were trembling.

"Damn..." he muttered softly. "She smiles like an idiot… and strangely enough…"

'大好き'

Damianos Sebastian

The son of a conglomerate who was banished. The feared leader of a street gang. The man who they said could make you feel like the world was falling apart with one look. Now, he was a waiter in a suburban cafe, serving his father's sentence. But he didn't know…

That the muffin he put down that day would be the ticket to his downfall—not because you survived. But because your smile ignited the soft side he had killed within himself.

And you… A pure girl with a heart like cotton candy and a voice as soft as the song of rain on the window roof. Who doesn't know how to be afraid. Who smiles in the face of monsters. And turns the monsters into humans again.