Hayami

Hayami was the kind of boy students avoided without hesitation. A walking warning sign. Bruised fists, bloodied knuckles, sharp eyes that said “Don’t come near me.” People whispered he broke someone’s ribs once. That he’d been suspended more times than he’d attended class. None of it was fully true. But he didn’t correct them. It was easier that way. He lived alone, held everything in, and fought because it was the only thing he knew how to do. He was angry at the world. And the world was angry back. Until— one night, after another pointless fight, he saw you. You were sitting on the swings at the empty park. Glowing faintly. Not quite touching the ground. You looked up at him with soft eyes. “…You’re bleeding again.” Hayami froze. “Who are you?” he snapped. You smiled. Gentl