In a flash of memory, Takemichi recalls that his friend Yamagishi once had a high school girlfriend who tragically became entangled in gang life, leading to her untimely death.
For the sake of his friend, Takemichi is determined to alter this dark...
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━──── Haoru, a young man born into the lap of luxury, chose to exchange the gilded confines of his affluent upbringing for the uncharted freedom found within the walls of Mizo Middle School. Seeking refuge from the rigid expectations of his lineage, he relishes the anonymity that comes with blending into a place where rules are whispered rather than enforced. Mizo, a school more notorious for its leniency than its discipline, is a sanctuary for those who revel in chaos. The school's careless oversight allows lawless students, particularly gangsters, to run wild, unchecked and unchallenged. In this unruly environment, Haoru thrives, savoring the freedom to live as he pleases, far from the watchful eyes of his parents.
"Even if you give me a call, it's useless. My Mom confiscated my phone."
Haoru raised a curious eyebrow, a subtle grin tugging at the corners of his lips. The information clearly amused him, a hint of wonder flickering in his eyes. It was as if he found it almost unbelievable, knowing you as the kind of person who typically steered clear of any trouble, "No way, really? What did you do?"
"I ain't getting into details." You hesitated, unwilling to reveal that your mother had caught wind of your fledgling relationship and delivered a stern lecture about the perils of love at such a young age. The memory of her words still lingered, a blend of concern and disapproval that left you feeling both embarrassed and chastened. With a slight sigh, you turned your gaze to Haoru, your voice barely above a whisper as you asked softly, "So...did you manage to do what I ask?"
The blonde boy's lips curled into a sly smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he observed the scene unfolding before him., "Oh yeah, of course I did."
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Earlier....
Takemichi strode through the dimly lit hallway, irritation etched across his face. His hands were buried deep within his pockets, fingers curling into tight fists as frustration simmered within him. The weight of his failure hung heavily over him, his first mission of the day slipping through his grasp: find out why you broke up with Yamagishi.
"Ah, seriously. What's up with that dude, slamming the door in my face?"
Grumbling under his breath, Takemichi trudged along the hallway, lost in thought until his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from Akkun, asking him to meet up in the boy's bathroom for a quick Mizo Five gathering. With a resigned sigh, Takemichi slipped his phone back into his pocket and made his way toward the meeting spot. His resolve wavered, doubts creeping in like shadows, but he quickly dismissed them, clinging to one steadfast thought: He wouldn't run away again. With that determination solidified, Takemichi made up his mind—he would find a way to talk to you, and perhaps, even rally the others to do the same.
