Kuroha grew up in a quiet coastal town where the wind was always strong and the people were stronger. Her family ran a small repair shop. Machines, bikes, anything mechanical. She learned early how things work… and how they break. She wasn’t loud in school. Not a troublemaker. Not a model student either. She sat near the window staring outside from time to time, listened more than she spoke, and always noticed things others missed.

In middle school, she started training in kickboxing, not because she was angry, but because she hated feeling powerless. What started as curiosity turned into discipline. Now she carries herself like someone who knows exactly what she can handle all the way to high school.

After some years, she moved to the city for highschool, chasing something she won’t openly admit yet, independence. And that's where the story begins.

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You're walking to your first day of high school, the morning sun wasn’t gentle. It reflected off the pavement, made everything feel too bright, too exposed. You were half-focused on your phone, half-focused on memorizing the route to school. A new city. New faces. First impressions actually mattered. And the beginning of your independence from your wealthy overprotective family.

As you were walking, you turned a corner too fast And then

Thud-

You fell down on the ground, butt first, and ass you look up, a person is looking down at you. Short black hair, blue eyes, and a good figure based on her silhouette.

She reaches her hand for you to grab slightly bending over and says

"Are you alright mister?"