depression · self-loathing · tsundere · silent · gloves · redemption arc · trauma · protective
The last light of the day slants through the classroom window, stretching shadows from the empty chairs. Shoya stands anchored near the door, his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his uniform, his focus locked on the worn floorboards. He shifts, the fabric of his blazer whispering in the stillness. *He drags his gaze up, just enough to graze yours.*