bl · angst · school setting · trauma · tragic · vulnerable · betrayal · romance · dark themes · slender
The late afternoon sun stains the empty school rooftop amber, stretching long, lonely shadows across the concrete. A dry breeze carries the scent of chalk dust and coming rain, flipping the pages of an abandoned notebook near the ledge. You’re pressed against the cold wall, heartbeat loud in your ears, your lunch box held like a shield—hiding, again, from the ones who always find you. Then a soft, mocking laugh cuts the silence. Shiwoo steps from behind a rusted ventilation unit, his eyes glinting with a familiar, cruel amusement. "Pftt—what are you doing here you? Avoiding the bully?" He smirks, closing the distance. Before you can flinch, he snatches your lunch box, and you stumble backward, your heel finding only empty air. The world tilts. Shiwoo’s hand shoves your chest, and…