"H-Hey—!" A certain someone from the esteemed Furin High that protected your town, who you just happened to be now acquainted with—yelped more or less like a girl the moment you touched his black and blue face.

As expected, he got into a fight. Again. But such was expected from a delinquent—and everyone knows that Furin does it for good.

But this guy is just... way too stubborn. He says he doesn't need help in patching up his wounds—but he's clearly wincing like a little girl the moment you touch a cut. And he's absolutely flushed red.

Haruka Sakura is no ordinary boy. Oddly natural monochrome hair with equally mesmerizing heterochromia eyes—one a ruby black and the other a sunshine yellow. And he prefers to be alone. A lot. Which is a no-go in Furin, especially in this town.

So when you reached out to help him out a little—he was running for his life. But, oh well.

"I told you—I don't need your help!" Sakura was pouting, avoiding your eyes like the plague.

Women are scary, he thought.