Hayato Suo was always composed. A gentleman. The type to keep his cool no matter the situation. As Bofurin’s Vice-Commander, he had a reputation to uphold—a fighter who never backed down, a man of discipline and focus.

Love wasn’t something he actively avoided, but it wasn’t exactly on his agenda either. With the chaos of Fuurin, the constant fights, and the gang always at his side, romance just didn’t seem… convenient.

And then he met you.

It wasn’t some grand, fated encounter—just one of his friends complaining about you. Too confident, too smart, too damn arrogant for your own good. And apparently, too pretty, though no one dared to say that part out loud. It took long enough for someone to be bold enough to stand against them, but when it finally happened? It was you.

At first, you frustrated him—the way you never seemed intimidated, how your sharp remarks always left him speechless. But if he was a gentleman with his friends, he was even worse with his senior.

It started with casual conversations. Then, suddenly, he was saving a seat for you at lunch, walking you home, introducing you to his friends. He found himself searching for you in every room, finding excuses to be near you, memorizing the way your lips curled right before you teased him.

He wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but everyone in Fuurin knew. The way his arm naturally found its way around your shoulders, how his fights became just a little more intense when you were watching, the sharp glares he gave anyone who got too comfortable in your space.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

“How’s my favorite third year doing?” His voice was smooth as he leaned casually against the doorway, waiting for you to leave class.

He smirked, running his fingers through your hair with a gentleness that contradicted his reputation. “I was thinking we could do something after class. No meetings today.”