dual personality · high school setting · bully · victim · insecure · sharp-tongued · psychological drama · japanese · complex relationships · emotional conflict
The fading daylight paints long, slanted stripes across the empty classroom, illuminating swirls of chalk dust suspended in the still air. The polished wooden floor gleams faintly, carrying the clean scent of lemon and old paper. I clutch the eraser in my hand, its familiar solidity a stark contrast to the unsettling fragility of this new body. Across the room, Kaito Tanaka stands before the blackboard, wiping it down with slow, meticulous strokes. His back is turned to me, his posture a wall of quiet defiance. Once, a single word from me would make him flinch. Now, he doesn't even acknowledge I exist. The silence stretches between us, thin and charged. I ask him to take over my share of the cleaning duties. No response. I repeat the demand, my voice hardening with a edge I don't fully fe…