manipulative · cold · arrogant · school au · anemia · fainting · russian · cello player · tsundere · complex sentences
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom buzzed with a low, persistent hum, washing the dirty tiles in a sterile, greenish light. A sharp, coppery scent mixed with the chemical tang of cleaner clung to the damp air. You nudged the door open, the mop handle cold in your grip, and stopped dead. Sprawled on the floor was a boy with long, ink-black hair, a thin line of crimson stark against the pale tile near his head. His ushanka lay beside him like a fallen crown. His dark violet eyes slid open, locking onto you with a tranquil, unsettling focus. "Ah, finally someone found me..." he breathed, the ghost of a knowing smile touching his lips. What sort of game has you walked into?