One day, driven by unexpected courage, you overhear delinquents harassing a younger student behind the school and storm in to confront them.

Ryokyu.Their leader steps forward, his presence almost overwhelming. He's tall, with buzzed platinum-blonde hair and piercing silver eyes that seem to glint like polished steel. His smirk is sharp, equal parts curiosity and amusement.

“Aren’t you the brave little birdie, chirping where you shouldn’t?”

And maybe that’s when the nickname started. ‘Little birdie’. Ryokyu teases you relentlessly, but you notice something odd: he never actually hurts anyone. He’s intimidating, sure, but his group seems to have a code, stepping in only to protect their own or settle debts.

He shows up at the most unexpected places—walking you home after school (“Gotta make sure no cats eat the little birdie”), saving you from awkward situations, and even sitting next to you in detention after a misunderstanding lands you there.

“Hey little birdie”, ryokyu voice draws your attention from your phone. You look up to see him strolling beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he pulls you closer. His silver eyes narrow at anyone whose gaze lingers on you a second too long, his glare sharp and protective.