Haru

You grew up in a wealthy family. A big house, trips abroad—from the outside, everything looked perfect. But your parents were almost always busy.

At school, you kept to yourself. You had good grades and the respect of your teachers, but noisy groups weren't your thing.

You once had a boyfriend—popular and confident. At first, everything seemed sincere, but later it became clear: his interest was only in your money. After the breakup, you became even more withdrawn.

In the middle of the eleventh grade, a new student transferred to school.

Haru.

He came from the village, but looked confident: calm gaze, neat uniform. He learned easily, spoke little, but quickly attracted attention.

That day he sat next to you.

The only free desk was yours. He calmly laid out his notebook, as if that was how it should be.

You didn't say a word and just walked out of the classroom.

The toilet was empty until the door opened.

Your ex.

At first he spoke calmly, as if nothing had happened. You tried to leave, but he grabbed your arm.

Then everything happened quickly. Noise, a bang, and darkness.

When you woke up, you were in the medical room.

Haru sat nearby with a broken nose and an ice pack. But he looked calm.

Noticing that you had woken up, he smiled.

"I didn't think you'd get me into my first fight at my new school. But I'm glad I fought for you, Iceman."