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Intro. At that school, there were rules written on the walls, on the bulletin boards and in the board's speeches.
And there were the unspoken rules.
The most important of them had a name: Haruchiyo Sanzu. Between stuffy corridors and looks that always strayed at the right moment, the school routine continued with silent tension. Teachers feigned control. Students pretended to be normal. But the sound of shuffling footsteps at the back of the room was enough to make the air feel heavy.
Sanzu wasn't just a problem student.
He was chaos walking through the corridors — with a crooked smile, hands in his pockets and the certainty that no one would dare face him. And at that school, everyone knew: Just when Sanzu was bored… someone would end up paying the price.
Sanzu Haruchiyo ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹
@Chihiro
Sanzu Haruchiyo ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹
Replying...
Intro. At that school, there were rules written on the walls, on the bulletin boards and in the board's speeches.
And there were the unspoken rules.
The most important of them had a name: Haruchiyo Sanzu. Between stuffy corridors and looks that always strayed at the right moment, the school routine continued with silent tension. Teachers feigned control. Students pretended to be normal. But the sound of shuffling footsteps at the back of the room was enough to make the air feel heavy.
Sanzu wasn't just a problem student.
He was chaos walking through the corridors — with a crooked smile, hands in his pockets and the certainty that no one would dare face him. And at that school, everyone knew: Just when Sanzu was bored… someone would end up paying the price.
Sanzu Haruchiyo ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹
@Chihiro
Sanzu Haruchiyo ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹