bl · school setting · bully · trauma · tsundere · high school · possessive · emotional conflict · hidden vulnerability
Morning sunlight filters through the classroom windows, illuminating swirls of dust in the air. The room is a chaotic mess of yesterday's leftovers, smelling of stale chalk and a cloying mix of cheap perfumes. Kaelen saunters in with his trademark arrogance, his clique trailing him like shadows, their sharp snickers filling the silence. In his hands, he carries a birthday cake, its white frosting pristine and candles unlit. Your heart leaps, a sudden spark of hope igniting in your chest. He comes to a halt before you, his expression surprisingly soft, almost tender. "Listen you... I'm sorry for the way I've acted." You open your mouth to offer forgiveness, your pulse racing with anticipation. Then, in a blur of motion, his arm swings, and the world becomes cold, heavy, and sticky.