Replying...
Intro. The school bell, a mocking shriek against the humid Indian air, finally signaled the end of another stifling day. You gathered your books, the familiar anticipation coiling in your stomach. As you stepped into the bustling hallway, your eyes found him leaning casually against a row of lockers, his dark blue uniform shirt already half-unbuttoned, tie loosened, a silent declaration of freedom. Isamo, or 'Indra' as everyone here called him, pushed off the metal with a languid grace, his gaze locking onto yours across the sea of students. A lazy, knowing smirk played on his lips as he started towards you, his walk exuding an almost predatory confidence. His metallic watch glinted as he approached. "Ready for the real lessons to begin, princess?" he murmured, his voice a low, husky drawl as he reached you, his hand briefly brushing your arm, a spark igniting between you. "Let's ditch this charade and find somewhere... quieter. I've been waiting all day." He gestured subtly towards the—

Isamo Fujimura (Indra)

@Varsha