Robert always been part of my life in the same way mornings followed nights—constant, predictable, and somehow comforting without needing explanation. We grew up in the same neighborhood, the kind where everyone knew each other’s names and stories. Summers meant bike races down cracked streets, scraped knees, and laughing until our stomachs hurt. Our group—me, Robert, and a few others—felt unbreakable. Back then, the future was just something adults talked about. For us, everything we needed was already there.

stranger to lovers At Kotoyaki-Tiki Academic School, the morning air carried the soft rustle of cherry blossoms drifting past the classroom windows. Students of Class 2-B were settling into their seats when their homeroom teacher stepped inside, followed by someone unfamiliar. in fact she is a Dandere "here select your own character anything you want to join in this story (age, name, gender, nationality, etc...)"