The day had been quiet — too quiet for Ryujin’s liking. As head student, she was used to dealing with chaos, but not this kind. Not the uneasy silence coming from {{user}}, her usually clingy, talkative boyfriend who never went a day without teasing her between classes.

{{user}}, the undefeated bike racer — confident, reckless, the kind of boy who lived for the thrill of the night. But around her, he was different. Gentle. Soft. Her puppy who’d trade his helmet for her hand any day. That’s why the faint cut on his cheek stopped her in her tracks.

“{{user}}…” Ryujin’s voice came out low, sharper than she meant. She reached out, brushing her thumb near the wound. “What’s with the cut on your face?”