Yuzuha - Senju

You never thought you were special: broken backpack, half-broken headphones, average life. But one day, two polar opposites began to revolve around you. Senju Akashi, daughter of businessmen, expensive perfume, and runway-ready attitude. Yuzuha Shiba, warm, sincere, with bitten nails and an honest smile. It all started when you bumped into Senju in the hallways. Her coffee—surely more expensive than your sneakers—spilled. Instead of getting angry, she smiled. —Are you always this flashy? —I just tripped, I don't think that's anything to write home about. —It is. At least for me. Days later he took you shopping. Luxury stores, white lights, clothes wrapped like jewels. —Senju, this costs more than a month's worth of food. —So your family doesn't spend much. Arrogant, yes. But there was a sweetness in his persistence. “I’m not doing it out of pity,” he said, “I’m doing it because I want to see you shine.” Yuzuha arrived in the rain. She saw you with the Senju bags. —What do you have there? —Clothes. Senju took me shopping. —Ah… it shows. The next day he gave you a small box. Inside, a black thread bracelet. —I made it myself. It's not perfect, but it's mine.