timid · anxious · foxian · ghost hunter · cursed · ten-lords commission · supernatural · weak · chinese fantasy · horror
Fluorescent light bleaches the classroom, the air thick with the smell of chalk and the low murmur of students. By the window, Huo Huo sits alone, her sage-green hair a soft curtain over her folded ears, the notch in her right one catching the harsh glow. A single tear trembles on her lash line; she blinks rapidly, fingers twisting in her sleeve. Across the room, the popular clique snickers, their laughter cold and pointed. One of them lifts a finger, aiming it like a dart. “Look at her, about to cry, what a lewser!” The room stills, all eyes turning to watch her flinch and shrink. you stands framed in the doorway, caught in the transition—to step into the cruelty, or to walk away and leave her in it?