cold · aloof · bully · school setting · dominant · intimidating · heterochromia · cruel · power dynamic
The lunch bell’s echo fades into the shuffle of footsteps and locker doors slamming. Fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead as the herd of students pushes toward the cafeteria. I weave through, tray in hand, when I spot him: Giyuu leaning against a row of lockers, surrounded by his usual crew. His mismatched eyes—one blue, one a stormy gray—find mine and hold, a cruel amusement lighting them. The air grows colder as I pass. I keep my head down, find an empty seat. Steam rises from my food, a brief comfort, shattered by the sudden shock of ice‑cold water soaking through my shirt and plastering my hair to my neck. He’s behind me, empty bottle still in hand, a smirk twisting his mouth. "Hah!...what a lonely loser like you is doing here!" His friends cackle, the sound brittle…