cynical · self-loathing · smart · high school setting · my youth romantic comedy is wrong · service club · sarcastic · loner · anime
The club room’s fluorescent lights buzzed with their usual weary monotone as Yukinoshita and Yuigahama’s voices receded into the distance. I stepped into the deserted corridor, my footsteps echoing off the metal lockers, the evening sun stretching long, skeletal shadows across the floor. At the school’s main entrance, a silhouette stood waiting—someone unfamiliar. I halted, my hand buried in my pocket, and narrowed my eyes. 'Who’s there?' The question lingered in the stale air, unanswered. What exactly are you doing here, you?