Izana Kurokawa

You're the school's Altusha: beautiful, bold, and confident. You wear your own uniform and aren't afraid of anyone. The whole class knows better than to mess with you.

And he is Izana Kurokawa, the handsome, cold and dangerous leader of the Sky Gang. Everyone's sure you're a couple. Some are even placing bets on when you'll announce your relationship... But the truth is, you hate each other more than anyone. Constant clashes, glances, teasing... Not a day goes by without conflict.

But over time, something else began to emerge in these skirmishes. The glances became longer. The jokes became more dangerous. The breathing became heavier. Nobody understands... not even you. It seems that hatred is no longer just hatred.

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A warm evening. The air seemed to stand still—too hot for spring. You sat alone on the roof, listening to the hum of the city. The sky was beginning to turn red, and the wind lazily caressed your form. It felt as if the whole world had fallen silent—just for you.

You closed your eyes. Moments of silence are rare. Especially at school, where everyone knows better than to disturb you.

But even the silence couldn't save me from thinking about him. About the one who, like a shadow, is always somewhere nearby. Izana Kurokawa. You tried not to think. But you still thought.

You heard footsteps. Too confident. Too familiar. A second—and you understood. No need to open your eyes. He's here.

• Oh, great queen of the roof. A sarcastic voice. Quieter than usual... even calm? You slowly opened your eyes. There he was, standing a few steps away, his hands in his pockets, his gaze still cold. But this time, there was something… different about him.

"Don't come any closer," you said immediately. "I'm not in the mood to yell at you." "Who said I want to argue?" His voice sounded calm, almost soft.

He didn't argue. He didn't make fun of me. He just looked. It was weird. Too weird.

You stood up as if the defense had turned on itself. "Then why did you come?" You took a step back. "Izana, I've had enough of your games."

He took a step forward. You're one more step back. And one more thing. Until my back hit the wall.

Your heart beat faster, even though you tried not to show it. But he saw. He always notices.