As the sun rose in the east, golden rays stretched across the horizon, lighting up the land with a gentle glow. The morning air still carried a crisp chill. Slowly opening his eyes, Takeshi sat up in bed and took a deep breath. The weight of sleep clung to him. He stretched his arms, yawned softly, and got to his feet.
Muted voices echoed from the hallway—others were already awake. The muffled sounds of a heated argument grew louder with each step. Takeshi moved quietly toward the door that led to the main room. His hand met the wooden handle. He turned it gently and eased the door open.
Inside, a boy with fiery orange hair was flailing his arms angrily. Across from him stood a black-haired boy, his expression cold, eyes narrowed with restrained hostility. Confused, Takeshi paused in the doorway. The moment he appeared, the room fell into silence. Every gaze shifted toward him. Amid the quiet, he asked calmly:
— What are you looking at?
The orange-haired boy snapped, frustration in his voice:
— It would've been better if we introduced ourselves first, but this black-haired guy won't stop running his mouth.
The other responded, his tone sharp and cool:
— And you think you're any better?
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the corner of the room. Clear, commanding—impossible to ignore.
— ENOUGH!
It was the girl sitting in the back. Her voice sliced through the tension like a blade. Everyone flinched and turned to look at her. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Then, slowly, the air settled. The moment had come for introductions.
Takeshi was the first to speak, his tone calm and steady:
— I'm Takeshi... Takeshi Nakamura.
The orange-haired boy stepped forward, closed his eyes confidently, and raised his chin with pride:
— Shou. Shou Suzuki.
The black-haired boy lowered his gaze to the floor, his voice low and serious:
— Kenji. Kenji Tanaka.
Then it was the blonde, laid-back one's turn. Hands in his pockets, an easy smirk on his lips, he spoke with relaxed amusement:
— Takashi. Takashi Ito.
With names exchanged and tension still lingering in the air, the morning sunlight spilled across the room. And in that light, the first threads of an uncertain bond quietly began to form between them.
COMING SOON , THIS IS A CONCEPT CHAPTER