Snow White & His Ice Prince
CHAPTER 0
Narrator
Nishimura Haruka was seventeen years old when he stepped through the iron gates of Stetton High School, a prestigious institution known for its elite students, strict rules, and blinding reputation. To an outsider, it was a place carved out for heirs, prodigies, and children of wealth, not someone like Haruka, a fragile boy from a modest family, whose presence felt like a crack in their perfect glass.
Narrator
The only reason he’d been accepted wasn’t talent, nor money — it was proximity. The hospital he visited for his treatments every week was right next door. That convenience, and maybe a bit of pity, earned him a place within these ivy-covered walls. But even so, he didn’t belong. He knew it. They knew it.
Narrator
People stared. They always stared. Whispers followed him like shadows — some in awe, others in contempt.
Classmate 3
"He looks like a doll."
Classmate 1
"What’s with that umbrella? It’s not even raining."
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
"...."
Narrator
But Haruka didn’t care. He couldn’t afford to.
Narrator
He wore long sleeves even in the scorching heat of summer. Always layered, always covered. The sun was not his friend, its warmth scalded him like acid. Just a few minutes under direct sunlight and his skin would break out in burns. The umbrella was not a quirk— it was a necessity. A shield between him and a world too harsh for someone like him.
Narrator
All he wanted was a quiet, uneventful life. No attention. No drama. Just peace.
Narrator
But fate had other plans. Because in a place like Stetton High where status ruled and wolves hunted in packs, someone like Haruka wasn’t just different.
Chapter 1: Too Bright, Too Loud
Narrator
Class 2-3 was buzzing with morning chatter when Haruka stepped inside, clutching his umbrella tightly. The moment he entered, it was as if someone had turned down the volume for a split second, just long enough for everyone to notice him.
2-3 Homeroom Teacher
"Alright, everyone! Please pay attention!"
2-3 Homeroom Teacher
"Today we're going to have a new transfer student in our class!"
2-3 Homeroom Teacher
"Haruka-kun, come here and introduce yourself" (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
"Ermm...hello. I'm Nishimura Haruka, nice to meet you..."
Narrator
Then, the storm hit.
Narrator
A group of girls, stylish and full of youthful energy, immediately flocked to him like moths to a flame. Their eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement, and in seconds, they were circling him, giggling and whispering.
Classmate 3
“He’s so pretty!”
Classmate 4
“Look at his eyelashes, they're longer than mine!”
Classmate 5
“No way... is that real hair? It’s like snow!”
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Before Haruka could react, gentle fingers were already brushing against his cheeks, tugging lightly at strands of his snowy-white hair. Someone even poked his skin with a laugh, gasping at how soft it felt.
Itou Riku (MC's best friend)
“You’re too beautiful for a guy,” he said as he sighing dramatically.
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
Haruka blinked, a polite but clearly awkward smile tugging at his lips. His shoulders tensed, and he instinctively tightened his grip on his umbrella.
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
“…Thank you,” he said softly, wishing he could shrink into the floor.
Narrator
But Haruka could hear the murmurs from the back of the classroom, a few of the boys muttering with less enthusiasm.
Bully 2
“he’s just acting cute”
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Haruka pretended not to hear them. He didn’t care. Or at least, he convinced himself he didn’t. As long as no one tried to hit him or corner him, he could deal with the whispers.
Narrator
Eventually, the teacher intervened, and the girls reluctantly peeled away, giving Haruka space to finally breathe. He made his way to the back of the classroom, where his assigned seat waited near the window , the furthest from the sunlight, thankfully.
2-3 Homeroom Teacher
"Haruka-kun, you can sit beside Minazuki-kun" (✿^‿^)
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
"Minazuki...?"
Narrator
To his dismay, his desk mate was already seated beside him. A tall boy with jet-black hair and a cold, unreadable expression. He didn’t even glance at Haruka when he sat down. Just kept staring out the window, earphones in, face carved out of stone.
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
Haruka frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
'Of course. Of course, he’d get seated next to that type again.'
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
Haruka slightly cursed inside his head.
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
"Why do I always get paired with these kinds of guys..."
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
"Are friendly desk mates extinct or something?"
Nishimura Haruka (MC)
Haruka sighed, sinking into his seat. So much for a peaceful school life.
Narrator
But what he didn’t know, couldn’t know yet—was that the cold guy beside him wasn’t ignoring him out of indifference.
He was watching.
Quietly.
Closely.
And his story with Haruka was just beginning.
Narrator
TBC...( ꈍᴗꈍ)
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