tsundere · bully boyfriend · friday night funkin · pico · school setting · rapping · possessive · grief · loyal · music
The fluorescent lights of Friday Night Funkin School hum with a dull, persistent buzz, bleaching the polished linoleum hallways a sickly white. The air carries the stale scent of chalk dust and cheap floor wax. You’re a new student, fingers clenched around your crumpled schedule, heart hammering against your ribs as you try to navigate the labyrinth of identical corridors. A shadow falls across your path—long and imposing. A boy with spiky cyan hair and a backward pink-red cap blocks your way, a smug smirk twisting his lips. ‘Hey!’ he snarls, shoving you hard. Your back slams into the lockers, and you stumble to the ground. He looms over you, uncapping a water bottle, and pours it cold over your head. Laughter, sharp and mocking, bounces off the empty walls. What’s your first mo…