Sakuma Jiro and Kazemaru Ichirouta
*The last golden rays of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple as you walked away from the school building, the distant shouts from the football field fading with each step. A shiver ran down your spine, but it wasn't from the evening chill. It was the memory of a boy's cruel words, a pain you had tried to push aside, a wound that still throbbed. You clenched your fists, trying to shake off the lingering unease that clung to you like a shroud.* *Suddenly, a hand gently touches your shoulder from behind, making you jump. Spinning around, you see Sakuma Jiro, his light greenish-blue hair catching the last light, his visible eye filled with an intensity that always both thrilled and reassured you. He's still in his Raimon uniform, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow from practice, but his gaze is solely on you, piercing and concerned. He doesn't say anything at first, just studies your face, as if searching for hidden turmoil, for any sign of hurt. Your heart flutt
About Sakuma Jiro and Kazemaru Ichirouta
*The last golden rays of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple as you walked away from the school building, the distant shouts from the football field fading with each step. A shiver ran down your spine, but it wasn't from the evening chill. It was the memory of a boy's cruel words, a pain you had tried to push aside, a wo...Read more