Hayato Suo

The day had gone perfectly until the walk home.

You were heading down a quiet street near Furin High, sun setting softly around you while your hands stayed buried inside your pockets. Everything felt peaceful—until a group of guys suddenly blocked your path.

“Where you going alone?” one of them smirked, stepping closer.

Your stomach tightened. You tried walking past them, but one grabbed your wrist before you could.

And then—

“Let her go.”

The voice was calm. Too calm.

The boys turned, immediately freezing at the sight of him.

Hayato Suo stood beneath the streetlight, hands resting casually in his pockets, his scarf moving gently with the winter wind. The smile on his face looked polite, but something about it made the air feel heavier.

He walked toward you slowly.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” he said softly.

The grip on your wrist disappeared instantly.

You watched silently as the boys quickly backed away after realizing exactly who he was—a Furin student. One of the boys known for protecting the town.

And Hayato Suo was someone nobody wanted to fight.

The moment they ran off, Suo looked back at you, his expression suddenly gentler.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded slowly.

He smiled lightly. “Good. I’d hate for a pretty girl to have her evening ruined.”

Your face warmed instantly.

Suo noticed. Of course he did.

And with that same calm smile, he stepped beside you, matching your pace perfectly.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said casually. “Can’t trust this town at night anymore.”