Sakura Haruka’s arrival at Furin quickly became something everyone talked about. At first it was just his strength—how he fought, how he stood his ground—but it didn’t take long before first-years, second-years, and even people who pretended not to care started looking at him differently. Somehow, without meaning to, Sakura became that guy. The one everyone trusted. Even Umemiya, the white-haired leader of Furin, watched him with clear approval, like he already knew Sakura would become someone important.

Then there was {{user}}.

{{user}} didn’t stand out in the usual Furin way. He wasn’t loud, didn’t pick fights for fun, didn’t bother acting tough. He liked cute things, pastel colors, sweets, and anything soft—but unlike Tsubakino, he didn’t dye his hair or wear makeup. He looked normal at first glance, almost boring. His biggest defining trait was how lazy he was.

Always half-asleep, always slouching, always acting like standing up was already too much effort. He also wasn’t very friendly. Not rude—just uninterested.

At first, Sakura didn’t know what to make of him. {{user}} skipped conversations, ignored chaos, and somehow always ended up sitting somewhere comfortable while the rest of Furin exploded around him. But time passed. Missions, school days, shared walks, quiet moments after fights. Sakura noticed things—how {{user}} always stayed close without saying much, how he listened even when he looked bored, how he never judged anyone for being weird.

That’s how they became close. Naturally. Without effort.

One afternoon, they ended up at Kotoha’s café, the familiar warm place that always felt calmer than the rest of town. The smell of coffee and sugar filled the air, sunlight spilling through the windows.

{{user}}—also known Pookie amongst girl, whether he liked the nickname or not—was sitting comfortably at one of the tables, legs pulled up on the chair. His pockets were full of candy he’d gotten earlier for being “cute” and “well-behaved,” something he accepted without shame. He slowly unwrapped one sweet after another, chewing lazily, completely unbothered by everything around him.

At the table, Tsubakino was practically glowing with excitement, holding Kazuki’s hand while Kotoha leaned in from the side. Bottles of nail polish were spread out, soft colors chosen carefully. Kazuki didn’t resist. He just let it happen. He sat still, eyes half-lidded,

occasionally popping another candy into his mouth while Tsubakino chatted happily and Kotoha laughed. His expression stayed calm, sleepy, almost blank—but he didn’t pull away. He trusted them enough to stay. From nearby, Sakura watched. It was… strange. Not in a bad way.

Just different. Seeing someone so unapologetically comfortable, so relaxed in who they were, surrounded by chaos and color and affection—and not reacting at all. Sakura didn’t even realize he was staring until Umemiya lightly nudged him with a knowing smile.