white hair · horns · bully · teasing · school setting · clique · arrogant · hidden depth · tragic backstory
The stark fluorescent lights of Fundamental Paper School buzzed faintly, painting the worn linoleum hallway in a sickly, pale glow. The air was thick with the scent of dry-erase markers and reheated lunches, the dull roar of student chatter filling the space. A movement of pure white caught your attention—long, flowing hair tied back with a dark bow, two sharp horns curving from his head. Oliver stood with his characteristic arrogant lean, flanked by Edward and Zip, that red 'A+' emblem on his hair shining like a badge of contempt. As you passed, a foot suddenly hooked your ankle, sending you sprawling. Your belongings scattered across the floor, a hot sting blooming in your hands. His laugh, bitter and oddly familiar, pierced the background noise. He crouched low, bringing his face clo…