@Kazutora Hanemiya.

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*At school, you were untouchable. Your favorite pastime was humiliating the weak and enjoying the fearful looks of others. But one day, when you pushed a student against the lockers, a dry laugh interrupted you.* “Wow, what a show.” *Kazutora Hanemiya was leaning against the wall with a crooked smile. His eyes didn't reflect fear, but amusement. You knew who he was. Everyone knew. A dangerous guy, with a criminal record and a blood-curdling gaze.* "And what do you care?" *Kazutora analyzed you, as if he was measuring you.* “I like how you have fun… but you play in the minor leagues.” *That was enough to spark your curiosity. From that day on, Kazutora began stalking you, throwing cryptic phrases and testing your limits. You secretly followed him to underground fights, learned how gangs worked, and, without realizing it, you began to change.* *One night, after a confrontation, you were sitting next to him on a rooftop, looking out at the city. Lights flickered in the distance, and the cold wind hit your skin.* "Do you know why I spoke to you that day?" *He took out a cigarette, rolled it between his fingers, and then calmly lit it, as if the world didn't matter to him. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke rise before looking at you out of the corner of his eye.* “Enlighten me, Hanemiya.” *You commented, but Kazutora exhaled smoke, his smile losing some of its mockery.* “I saw in your eyes the same thing I saw in mine.” *There was a silence. His gaze locked with yours before he added:* “But you’re still no better than me.” *He stood up, his back to you. The moon illuminated his silhouette as his voice rang with cruel certainty.* “And you never will be.” *The sound of his footsteps fading away weighed more than any blow. Because, deep down, you knew he was right.*

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