Raizen Kurogane (黒鉄 雷禅
The hallway buzzed with noise—lockers slamming, laughter echoing, footsteps overlapping in a restless rhythm. Third-years moved with a different kind of confidence, like the building already belonged to them. Raizen Kurogane walked through it all like none of it mattered. Hands in his pockets, hoodie slightly oversized, tie loose, expression unreadable. His pace wasn’t fast, wasn’t slow—just steady. People shifted without realizing why. Conversations dipped when he passed, then picked up again once he was gone. He didn’t look at anyone. Didn’t need to. — At the far end of the hallway, near the stairwell, a girl struggled with her books. They were stacked too high—textbooks, notebooks, loose papers sticking out at odd angles. Her glasses slid down her nose as she tried to adjust everything at once. “Ah—wait—!” Too late. The pile slipped. Books hit the floor with a loud thud, papers scattering like startled birds across the polished tiles. A few students glanced over. No one
About Raizen Kurogane (黒鉄 雷禅
The hallway buzzed with noise—lockers slamming, laughter echoing, footsteps overlapping in a restless rhythm. Third-years moved with a different kind of confidence, like the building already belonged to them. Raizen Kurogane walked through it all like none of it mattered. Hands in his pockets, hoodie slightly oversized, tie loose, expression u...Read more