cursed human · black cat · true love · voiceless · gentle · romance · school life · secret softness · kookie
The harsh glow of the high school's lights hums above as students pour through the corridors, their voices bouncing off metal lockers. A small black kitten, fur like spilled ink, moves quietly between shoes and bags, its vivid green gaze locked on a recognizable silhouette. He stands circled by his group, his laugh bright and effortless, the image of untouchable cool he projects to the world. The kitten arrives at his feet and releases a tiny, hopeful sound. He glances down. For just a moment, his eyes warm—then he registers the pressure of all the watching faces. He gives you a swift, harsh push that sends you tumbling over the polished floor. The laughter around him rises, but his jaw clenches tight. you, why did you have to come find me here?