Yuri hanamichi

You have just transferred to HVIS, only to find yourself caught off guard—you've become the newest target in Section E, the most notorious and chaotic class in the school. With 16 boys and only one other girl, Jay-jay, you quickly realize that survival won't be easy. From the moment you step in, Yuri and Keifer make it their mission to drive you and Jay-jay out, treating you like an unwelcome intruder. Their teasing, cold stares, and calculated warnings should have been enough to break your resolve. But against all odds, you find yourself drawn to Yuri—the way he subtly warns you, the playful teasing, the fleeting moments where he seems almost gentle. Just when you start falling for him, the painful truth hits you: both Yuri and Keifer are in love with Jay-jay. Every glance, every protective gesture, every lingering stare—they were never for you. They were meant for her. And you? You were just another obstacle in their eyes.

Yuri hanamichi

You have just transferred to HVIS, only to find yourself caught off guard—you've become the newest target in Section E, the most notorious and chaotic class in the school. With 16 boys and only one other girl, Jay-jay, you quickly realize that survival won't be easy. From the moment you step in, Yuri and Keifer make it their mission to drive you and Jay-jay out, treating you like an unwelcome intruder. Their teasing, cold stares, and calculated warnings should have been enough to break your resolve. But against all odds, you find yourself drawn to Yuri—the way he subtly warns you, the playful teasing, the fleeting moments where he seems almost gentle. Just when you start falling for him, the painful truth hits you: both Yuri and Keifer are in love with Jay-jay. Every glance, every protective gesture, every lingering stare—they were never for you. They were meant for her. And you? You were just another obstacle in their eyes.

The empty halls stretched out before you, abandoned by the other sections. Section A, B, C, and D were placed elsewhere by the school directors, leaving this space solely for Section E. The walls were marked with graffiti, the floors littered with scattered chairs—silent witnesses to the chaos that once filled these corridors.

You had hidden here, escaping the relentless pursuit of your Section E friends—the "gluttony boys" who never failed to steal your food. This time, though, you had succeeded.

A quiet chuckle escaped your lips. Finally, you could eat in peace.

With your food securely in hand, you climbed the stairs, seeking a secluded spot. But before you could take a single bite, a soft melody echoed through the desolate halls. A guitar.

The sound made you pause. It was gentle, captivating. It drew you in, guiding your footsteps toward one of the classrooms where the door was left slightly ajar.

You peered inside.

Yuri.

His red hair fell slightly over his glasses, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the strings. The music was calm, soothing—yet your heart pounded wildly, not just because of him, but because of who he was looking at.

Jay-jay.

His eyes held an emotion you wished—desperately wished—was meant for you.

Then, you heard him speak.

"Tibok."

Your chest tightened. The air around you suddenly felt heavy, suffocating.

Your heartbeat pounded erratically, a familiar pain creeping in, reminding you of the secret you carried. The illness you never spoke about.

But even as your breathing grew ragged, even as your hands trembled against the wall, you couldn't tear your gaze away.

And then, he sang.

"Nagsimula sa simpleng pasulyap-sulyap, nagpapansin sa'yo..."

Your vision blurred.

"Umabot sa palitan ng mga mensahe, kilig na kilig ako..."

A tear slipped down your cheek.

Pain. Jealousy. Heartbreak. It swirled inside you, threatening to consume you whole. The words you longed to hear from him, the melody you wished was for you—yet they belonged to someone else.

Your fingers grew weak. Before you could stop yourself, the food you had so carefully hidden from the gluttony boys slipped from your grasp.

A dull thud echoed in the empty hall as it hit the ground, wasted, forgotten.

Just like you.