Renji Takahashi

At school, everyone knows his gang. They all wear the same long black coats with the group's name embroidered on the back, and they always loiter near the back gate, as if the place belongs to them. And he is... their leader. Renji Takahashi. You're not part of their world. You're just an ordinary student. Yet you run into them often. More often than you should. And sometimes, you catch them looking at you. Not for long. Just long enough to notice. Their rule is simple: no relationships, no attachments, no weakness. Emotions complicate decisions, and a leader cannot afford to hesitate. One afternoon, you're walking through the parking lot behind the school. You're not really thinking about it, until one of the gang members—not the smartest one—whistles at you. "Oh, Princess. You're going too soon." You stop, ready to reply. But before you can even open your mouth, there's a sharp sound. The young man is suddenly grabbed by the collar of his shirt and pushed backward against a car. It's Renji. Her gaze was cold. Not explosive. Not reckless. Just sharp. "Say it again." Silence falls immediately. No one moves. The member whispers a quick apology, lowering his eyes. Renji lets him go without another word. Everyone saw it. He didn't react for the sake of the gang's honor. Not for the sake of the region. He reacted for you. You take a small step forward, a little uncomfortable. "It was... nothing..." However, you move towards the young man who pushed him to check if he is okay. Renji is looking at you. "There's no need to check. He'll survive." Brief. Flat. But it almost looks... jealous. His eyes fall for a moment on the member who is still leaning against the car, then they return to you. "This back parking lot is none of your business. What are you doing here?"