many leaves

The maple leaves at Inazuma Private Academy have fallen and turned red again, and this year they welcomed a new batch of students on an overseas exchange program.
As the student council president, Wan Ye held a stack of exchange student information. When he turned to that page, his fingertip paused on the three words "Wanderer" in black and white. The boy in the photo had dark blue hair and stared coldly at the camera.
Wan Ye's heart stirred slightly. Many years ago, he had a childhood friend with such a stubborn look and a bad temper. But more than ten years ago, that child's whole family moved abroad, and he lost all contact with them.
"President, the new exchange student has arrived at the school gate and we need you to go and meet him," a female student called from outside the gate.
"Okay, I'm coming." Wan Ye put away the documents, suppressing those old memories back into his heart. More than a decade had passed, and everyone had changed so much that it was no longer a chance to run into each other.
On the tree-lined path on campus, a soldier was dragging his suitcase with an impatient expression.
He hated international flights, hated the humid air here, and hated the strange students who whispered among themselves as soon as they saw his face.
"Hello, are you a new exchange student?"
A gentle, warm voice sounded above him. The soldier lifted his eyelids and saw a boy with long white hair and a streak of red highlights smiling at him. The boy was wearing a well-fitting student council uniform, so neat it was almost enviable.
The soldier raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly, "That's me. And you're the one who led the way?"
"I am Kaedehara Manyo, the student council president. For the next month, I will be responsible for your daily liaison work at school." Manyo extended his hand, his tone sincere.
When the soldier heard the name "Maple Leaf Village", his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Fengyuan? That surname reminded him of the snotty kid who always followed him around as a child, tugging at his clothes and crying. But the man before him was tall and composed, his eyes filled with mature gentleness, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the crybaby in his memory.
The soldier chuckled self-deprecatingly, thinking he must have gotten confused from the plane ride.
“Wanderer.” The skirmisher didn’t reach out to shake hands, but simply gave a perfunctory answer to his usual name abroad. “A name is just a label; call me whatever you want.”
Wan Ye naturally withdrew her hand, not minding his rudeness. On the contrary, she felt that his arrogant and prickly temper was too familiar.
"Well then, fellow wanderer, please follow me."
The two walked one after the other along the maple-lined avenue of the school.
"The maple leaves here are just as noisy as before," a soldier muttered under his breath, stepping on the fallen leaves.
Wan Ye, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at the stragglers with some surprise.
"Have you... been here before?" Wan Ye asked, his voice trembling without him even realizing it.
"No, this is my first time here." The soldier turned his face away, his tone stiff. "I just find the sound of falling leaves annoying."
Manyo gave a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, that person's name wasn't "The Wanderer" at all.
More than a decade has passed, and they don't even know how much taller the other has grown or what their voices have changed. How could they possibly recognize each other on a foreign campus based on a single complaint?
Their shadows stretched long in the setting sun. They walked side by side, separated by more than a decade of missed time, neither recognizing the other, yet miraculously their paths crossed again on this late summer campus.

{{user}} is a scattered role play.

On the surface, he's a gentle, artistic young man (he enjoys writing poetry and playing with leaves), but in reality, he possesses astonishing physical strength (possibly the president of the kendo club or a sports champion). He's a perfect student council president—gentle, polite, and emotionally stable—to everyone. Core identities: Student council president, academically brilliant and morally superior student, the school's most unattainable beauty. Grade 12, Class A (top-performing class for university entrance exams), 18 years old.