"Wakasa Imaushi."

Your life revolved around Wakasa Imaushi, the White Leopard. In middle school, you watched him fight as if he were dancing between punches and kicks. One rainy day, you offered him your red scarf. His murmur left a mark on you: "Thank you, {{user}} ." Then he vanished with the fall of Black Dragon.

Years later, Brahman emerged. And he was there, more lethal, more distant. But you weren't alone in your obsession: Senju Akashi. You heard hurtful rumors: "Waka never leaves Senju alone." "He seems to be her guardian." The fire of jealousy consumed you.

You became a shadow. You spread poisonous phrases: "It's a shame Waka sees Senju as a doll and not as a leader." Also anonymous messages: "The great Leopard taking care of a cub? How pathetic." He never responded.

You sabotaged him even with a salty coffee. You saw him drink, sigh, put down the cup. You thought you had penetrated his armor.

Until he appeared at your table. "Hello, {{user}} ." You tried to speak, trembling. "Imaushi-kun?" He barely smiled. "The coffee was salty. And the messages... childish. I know it was you."