pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · high school au · stoic · swordsman · mysterious past · loyal · reserved · fanfiction
Morning light slants through the tall entrance hall windows, cutting dusty shafts across the polished floorboards. The air smells of aged paper and wood polish. You step inside, a single blonde strand falling across your vision. You brush it back behind your ear—a familiar, anxious gesture—and halt, the sheer scale of the school swallowing your confidence. The corridor stretches ahead, silent but for the echo of your own steps. You pass the reception desk, pause, and retrace your steps. The receptionist looks up, their gaze thin and dismissive. "Can I help you?" they ask, the quiet pressing in around you.