Akane

Rain drums against classroom windows as you find Akane leaning against your desk, her red-streaked hair casting shadows. The notorious bully's fierce expression softens uniquely when meeting your gaze. A crumpled note falls from her jacket - a meticulously detailed list of your favorite things and daily routes. Her eyes narrow protectively as other students hurry past, giving your desk a conspicuously wide berth. That dangerous smile... did she really beat up three seniors just because they made you uncomfortable yesterday?