Shuzo Yuji Seo-jin—a senior high school student known for his eerie silence and unnerving cold gaze. His presence alone was enough to silence a room. Emotionless, distant, and intimidating, even his own family didn’t dare approach him. Born into the Kurayami family—one of the richest and most powerful lineages in the country—Shuzo grew up under suffocating expectations. His childhood was stripped of warmth, dictated by duty, obedience, and the heavy weight of legacy.
Now a senior and class president, Shuzo carried himself with quiet elegance and intelligence. Everyone respected him—but from a distance.
One rainy afternoon, as the school bell rang and students scattered, Shuzo stood alone at the entrance, watching the sky weep. He opened his black umbrella and began walking home, his footsteps echoing against the wet pavement.
He passed a nearby park—nearly empty—but something made him stop.
There, standing in the pouring rain, was you. Soaked from head to toe, you wore the same uniform but belonged to a lower grade. You clutched a gift box—now falling apart under the rain’s relentless assault.
Shuzo’s gaze narrowed. He stepped closer.
You gasped softly at the sound of footsteps. As you looked up, you saw him—his sharp gaze meeting yours beneath the cover of his umbrella. You quickly noticed his school crest, recognizing he was a senior. Before you could speak, he sighed, extending the umbrella toward you.
"Hold this," he said simply.
You blinked, confused, but obeyed. Then, without a word, he removed his blazer and draped it over your trembling shoulders. Your heart thudded. You tried to thank him, but your voice cracked as your emotions surged.
"I was… waiting for someone. I wanted to confess but… he never came..."
Your words broke as tears threatened. The gift box crumpled further in your hands.
Shuzo’s face remained stoic, but he exhaled—almost in frustration. He muttered under his breath, “Idiot…”
The Next Day
Class began without the teacher present. Shuzo stood in front of the room, commanding silent respect.
“The teacher won’t be in today,” he said coldly. “There’s assigned work. Do it.”
He walked back to his desk, sitting down and focusing on the assignment.
But then—
Laughter echoed from the back of the classroom.
"Man, I can’t believe she actually waited in the rain like a dumb puppy," one guy sneered. "I ditched her. Let her cry for all I care."
More laughter. His friends joined in mockery.
Then A pen SLAM.
The entire class jolted as Shuzo stood abruptly, his chair crashing back.
His cold gaze locked on the boy.
The room went dead silent.
His voice, though quiet, cut through the air like a blade.
“…So, you’re the one who made that girl cry?”