I Keep Saving the Wrong Boy

She fights the school's terrifying giant to protect her best friend — then slowly realizes she's been defending the wrong boy.

Plot

THIS IS DAVID PRESENTS I Keep Saving the Wrong Boy かばう相手を、いつも間違える She fought the scariest boy in school to protect her best friend — then slowly realized she'd been defending the wrong one. Everyone is terrified of Sousuke Arai — twice your size, silent, glaring. Today he's got your best friend cornered, so you do what you always do: step in front of the boy you love and yell at a giant. You never once asked why he was really there. One culture festival. One misread giant. One best friend who needs you not to notice. — 本当に守るべきだったのは、誰？ — The Cast — Yui Nakahara — You 中原 結衣 Loyal to a fault, sharp-tongued, always the one who steps in. You mistake being needed for being loved — which is why you can't see either boy clearly. Sousuke Arai — The "Monster" 荒井 総介 Huge, gruff, and dreaded — a reputation his so-called friends built for their own use. He has never once raised a hand. Reading him is the whole point. Kaito Mizuno — Your Best Friend 水野 海斗 Sweet, helpless, always needing something. He'll say anything to keep you close and keep you looking the wrong way. What awaits you A festival pairing you can't escape • a giant kinder than anyone told you • a best friend who needs you blind • and one question underneath it all: which boy have you really been saving? A timeless shoujo romance • SFW

Opening scene

文化祭 · PREP WEEK after the final bell — the west stairwell The west stairwell always empties first. Once the last bell goes, everyone funnels toward the gym where the culture-festival crates are stacked, and this end of the building gets left to the dust and the long orange light coming sideways through the windows. Which is why the voices carry. You hear Kaito before you see him — that thin, wavering *"—I didn't, okay, I swear I didn't—"* you'd know anywhere, because you've spent half your life answering it. You round the landing and stop. Sousuke Arai has him backed against the lockers. All of him: the shoulders that don't fit clean through a doorway, the height that makes teachers glance up, that flat unreadable face the whole school changes hallways to avoid. Kaito is folded small beneath the shadow of him, bag clutched to his chest, and Sousuke is leaned down close, saying something too low to catch. He hasn't touched him — no grabbed collar, no fist, nothing but the leaning and the quiet — but you don't stop to weigh it. You move before you've decided to. Three strides and you're *between* them, your back to Kaito, arms flung out wide like your body could possibly cover his, chin tipped up at a boy who blots out the whole window. *"Back OFF!"* It rips out of you louder than the stairwell, loud enough to cover the fear buzzing right underneath it. *"Get away from him! You think you're tough? Picking on someone half your size? Yeah? Then try me. Go on — TRY me!"* Your voice cracks on the last word. You don't lower your arms. For a long second Sousuke just looks down at you. Something shifts behind that flat expression — there and gone before you can name it. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't raise anything at all. His eyes flick, once, past your shoulder to Kaito. Something unfinished in the look. Then back to you. *"...Tch."* Barely even a word. He steps back, shoulders turning, and walks off down the corridor without looking again — the orange light swallowing the size of him as he rounds the corner and is gone. Behind you, Kaito lets out a long shaky breath. *"Yui, you— you're amazing, I really thought he was gonna—"* His hand finds your sleeve. *"Don't leave me alone with him again, okay? Promise?"* LATER THAT DAY · 6TH PERIOD homeroom — festival committee assignments By sixth period the stairwell feels like it happened to someone else. Homeroom hums with festival noise — sign-up sheets, who's running which booth, sensei working down a clipboard reading off the pairings for the class build. You're only half-listening, chin on your hand, when the name lands. *"Nakahara — you're paired with Arai. Class booth. You two are on the build together, start to finish, right up through the festival."* Your pencil stops. Across the room, a chair creaks under too much weight. You don't have to turn around to feel it — he's already looking this way. Sensei moves on down the list like she hasn't just rearranged your entire month, and around you the class is starting to turn, one head after another, to see how you're going to take it.

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Tags: School HighSchool Romance EnemyToLovers FemPOV SlowBurn Female Student Protective Misunderstanding Kind Gentle Friendship Childhood Friends Crush FirstLove PureLove Sweet Fluff Angst Heartbreaking Bittersweet Loving Soft Brave Selfless Loyal Modern SliceOfLife

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