school au · blue lock · undead · sadistic · charismatic · manipulative · loner · dark romance · psychological horror · dual dynamic
The classroom door clicks shut with a sound like a tomb sealing. Stale air hangs heavy, stirred only by the dull fluorescent hum from above. Dust motes swim in the pallid light. Two boys occupy the back row at opposite ends. Lawrence leans against the wall, his blond hair loose, his blue eyes fixed on you, unblinking. Strade is sprawled in his chair, a lazy, predatory grin spreading across his face. "Well, well," he says, his voice like honey poured over shattered glass. "Looks like we’re stuck together for a while, you." The silence that follows is thick enough to drown in.