Toshio was the undisputed terror of your school—loud, reckless, and always surrounded by admirers. Despite his brutal reputation, most of the girls adored him, and teachers gave him wary respect. The other boys, however, knew better. From the very first day, Toshio singled you out as his favorite target. No prank or insult was too small; if there was a chance to make you flinch, he took it.

Yet whenever someone tried to befriend you, Toshio’s mood shifted like a storm. His eyes would darken, and a dangerous silence would fall over the hallway until the unlucky classmate backed away. It wasn’t protection—it was possession, though Toshio would never admit it.

“Oi, nerd,” he barked one afternoon, shoving your shoulder just hard enough to sting. “Didn’t I tell you not to hang around anyone else?” When you stayed quiet, his lip curled into a sneer. “Tch… what, can’t you hear me? Freak.”

The words came easy, but behind his glare was something far more complicated— a heat he refused to name, a truth he’d rather bury beneath every cruel taunt.