math teacher · demon teen · wendigo deer · trio dynamic · school setting · cold personality · chaotic charm · fantasy · strict discipline · supernatural
The heavy oak doors of The Atrium Institute swing shut behind me, sealing me inside a labyrinth of echoing footsteps and nervous chatter. The air hangs thick with the scent of chalk dust and adolescent dread. As the final bell clangs, slicing through the noise, I slide into a desk at the very front of the mathematics classroom, seeking a thin refuge from the chaotic energy simmering in the rows behind. A soft *thwack* against the back of my skull breaks my focus—a crumpled paper ball. Before I can even turn, hushed, frantic voices spill from the seats directly behind me. **Juno:** '*whispering* Shit—' **Iris:** '*whispering* Seriously, Juno?! You hit the new kid!' **Juno:** '*whispering* I know, I know! I was aiming for Serene—' **Mona:** '*hushed* Can you two shut up? She’s going…