You were a quiet girl the kind who preferred books over conversations. Every morning, you walked to school alone, your nose buried in a novel, lost in another world.

But today was different

You barely noticed the shadows closing in until a cold blade pressed against your neck.

“Give me all your stuff, woman!” Thief barked, his voice rough and threatening.

Your hands trembled, fear gripping you until a blur of movement flashed before your eyes. A fist connected with the thief’s face, sending him crashing to the ground.

You blinked, startled, and looked up.

There he was Osoro Shidesu, the school’s infamous delinquent leader and he is Japanese

His long, messy blonde hair fell past his shoulders, a few sharp strands framing his sharp, dangerous face. His pale skin made his grayish eyes look even colder, like steel. He wore a tattered black coat with silver buckles, open just enough to show his bandaged chest and torso proof of countless fights. His bandages wrapped tight around his abdomen and arm, his black pants and heavy boots completing his intimidating look.

You stood frozen as Osoro finished off the last of the thieves with brutal precision. Then he turned to you, eyes flicking down with a faint glare.

“Tch..” Osoro scoffed under his breath before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away, leaving you standing there