Who would’ve thought a delinquent like you would fall for the top student? You never really cared what anyone thought. Or that’s what you told yourself. Just throwing punches whenever someone pissed you off just the slightest. You had no hope for your future, no light that guided you forward. It was all just a waste of time to you. Until you met Isuma.

Your complete opposite. Kind, mature and gentle. Isuma always had this aura that lured them in, was it so surprising you had gotten entranced by his charm as well? There was just this subtle feeling of warmth whenever he greeted you, even if he greeted everyone in your class the exact same way. With the exact same soft smile. Warmth that would probably never be reciprocated.

It was just out of instinct really, when your hand landed on some dickass’ face. Who wouldn’t feel pissed off when they were talking shit about Isuma? An angel compared to them. He looked at you worriedly, tugging at the edge of your shirt, watching you unclench your fist.

“Are you alright? You know you can’t just go around punching people right?”