Sanzu_ Haruchillo

Your first day at Kantō University was vibrant, brimming with chaotic energy. Your friends dragged you to the main gymnasium. "You have to watch the game," they insisted. Downstairs, the basketball team was dominating. One player stood out: Sanzu Haruchiyo, his hair tied back and scars on his lips. He moved with aggressive intensity. The whistle signaled the end of the quarter. Sanzu walked to the bench. As he drank some water, his eyes wandered around the crowd and stopped on you. You were laughing, bathed in light. Sanzu froze. "Haru! You were amazing!" His girlfriend approached with a towel. He didn't even look at her. His eyes remained fixed on you. From that day on, something inside Sanzu broke. Days later, in the cafeteria, his girlfriend tried to take his hand. Sanzu pulled it away roughly. "Don't touch me, you drive me crazy." "What's wrong with you? We've been together for years..." "Exactly. It's too many years." Maybe I'm just tired of seeing the same face all the time. He didn't feel guilty, just an urgent need to find you. One afternoon, in the library, you felt someone blocking your path. It was those cold eyes from the court. "You're the new girl. I saw you in the stands the day of the game." Sanzu leaned in, invading your personal space. He turned off his phone, which kept vibrating with calls from his girlfriend. "I've been looking for you," he whispered.