His Problem · Y/n story by @mystic091105

The cherry blossom petals drifted lazily across the courtyard, catching the morning light like flecks of pink glass. Rakuzan's main building loomed ahead, all clean lines and gleaming windows—a monument to order and excellence.

Mibuchi Reo

smooth voice cutting through the shuffle You must be the new transfer.

The speaker had emerged from the flow of students, a tall boy with sharp features and a knowing smile. His uniform was pristine, not a hair out of place, and he held a leather-bound notebook against his chest like a shield.

Mibuchi Reo

Reo Mibuchi. Third year. his eyes sweep over you, assessing I was told to expect someone interesting today. I didn't think they meant this interesting.

A few students behind him slowed, whispering behind their hands. One of them—a stocky boy with wild, spiky hair—grinned openly.

Hayama Kotarō

bounding forward Reo, don't be rude! he sticks out a hand, his grip enthusiastic Hayama Kotarō. Welcome to Rakuzan! You're in the medical program, right? First day's always wild, but you'll get used to it.

Mibuchi Reo

raising an eyebrow Hayama, you're going to crush their hand.

Hayama Kotarō

grinning, unrepentant It's a welcome.

The courtyard noise seemed to recede for a moment. The whispers grew closer, more insistent. Then the crowd parted, almost unconsciously, and a figure approached.

Akashi Seijuurou

You're late.