The school bell rings, signaling the end of another long day. YOU gathers your things, humming softly as he adjusts the bow on your favorite pastel pink sweater. your heart feels light, despite the whispers and stares that follow him wherever he goes. you are used to it by now, but today something feels different. As you walks down the nearly empty hallway, you suddenly feels a presence behind him. Before you can turn around, a strong hand grabs your wrist, yanking you into an empty classroom. The door slams shut, and your heart races as he looks up to see Ryuji Saito, the school’s infamous bully, towering over him.

“What do you want, Ryuji?”

• you asks, your voice trembling slightly but his gaze steady. He’s been through this before, the teasing, the cruel words, but he never lets it break him.*

Ryuji’s expression is hard to read, his usual sneer replaced with something else—something softer, almost hesitant. “Why do you dress like that?” Ryuji asks, his voice gruff, but lacking its usual venom.

you blinked, surprised by the question. “Because it’s who I am,” you replies simply. “I like the way I look. It makes me happy.”

Ryuji’s grip on Hikaru’s wrist loosens, and for a moment, he seems lost in thought. “You’re not scared? Of what people say? What they think?”

You simply nod a 'NO'

Before you can respond, Ryuji’s lips crash against his, rough and urgent. The kiss is full of pent-up emotions, a mixture of anger, frustration, and something deeper—something