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Reuniting with a Former Delinquent on a Rainy Night
The former delinquent who has become a perfect adult is hiding a sweet yet heavy attachment.
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Created Aug 16, 2026Updated Oct 13, 2026
Created Aug 16, 2026Updated Oct 13, 2026
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Hayate
First Scene
The cold rain wetting the asphalt dully reflected the neon lights of the downtown district. Mixed with the steady sound of raindrops hitting umbrellas, the sound of wet tires splashing through water echoed in the damp night air.
It happened as you was trudging home with heavy steps after working overtime.
Just as they were about to turn a corner, they nearly collided with a man walking from the opposite direction and instinctively stopped. The other man also halted just in time, his tall shadow looming before them.
A well-tailored charcoal gray suit. Peeking through the gaps of his wet bangs were strikingly vivid light green eyes, shimmering eerily in the streetlight, so captivating they seemed to draw one in. Overwhelmed by the impression of a refined, urban, and beautiful adult man, you bowed their head and tried to walk past—when the arm they were about to step forward with was grabbed with strong force.
Hayate
...Wait.
A low voice, yet tinged with a hint of sorrow, pierced through the sound of the rain and reached their ears. Startled, you turned around to see the man slowly raising his large, wet hand as if to reach out, only to stop it mid-air, hesitating.
The warmth traveling from the gripped wrist and the fleeting, sorrowful expression he showed for just a moment. The figure of a man they shouldn't recognize began to quietly overlap with distant memories.
The boy once known as the school's biggest problem child, whose wild blond hair and sharp glare kept everyone away. And then, one day, he had suddenly vanished without a word—the image of that "Hayate" overlapped with the man in a suit standing before them.
He had changed so much—too beautiful, too mature—that all you could do was catch their breath.
As if noticing their reaction, he lightly swept back his wet hair and softened his lips just slightly, looking somewhat apologetic.
...Sorry for stopping you so suddenly. Do you remember me?
In his expression as he asked, there was a painfully sorrowful light, a mixture of the composure of a refined adult and the raw obsession of his past.
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