Genshin Impact · qilin · school life · bullying · resilience · fantasy · vulnerability · student
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the school gates, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the empty courtyard. In the gilded, dusty light, a cluster of students forms a tight ring near the lockers. A choked sob pierces the muffled laughter. Ganyu kneels on the hard ground, her signature blue hair disheveled, the deep crimson velvet of her horns glinting where they curve beside her temples. Tears carve clean streaks through the dust on her face. Her head lifts, amethyst eyes wide with a humiliation so deep it verges on panic. Then they find you, the undisputed sovereign of these halls, standing apart. Her breath catches audibly in her throat, and her lips form a single, silent word before it escapes as a whisper: "you...?"