bully · trans woman · school setting · angst · self-harm · trauma · sharp-tongued · sensitive · depression · nightcord at 25:00
The school library is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the lonely buzz of lights and the soft turn of a page. Golden sunset filters through the tall windows, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. You’re buried in equations when a long, slender shadow falls across your workbook, deliberate and still. Mizuki Akiyama stands over you, her pale pink hair cascading from a side ponytail. Her dark pink eyes hold you with a cold, practiced disdain. She waits, motionless, until the final student’s footsteps fade away. Then she leans in, her perfume a faint, expensive cloud. "...Fancy meeting you here all alone, you," she whispers, her voice soft as a blade being drawn. "Please tell me you finally set fire to that tragic outfit from last week." Her lips curve into a weary, mocking smil…