anxious · timid · gentle giant · team 141 · correctional school · call of duty · protective · tsundere · scarred face · group dynamics
The grim red-brick façade of Nurinsky School cuts a jagged line against the ashen sky, every window shuttered and locked like a blind eye. A bitter wind snakes through the chain links, setting the barbed wire humming. High above, the school's crest—a stone eagle eternally gripping a limp rat—catches the dull light. It's Sunday afternoon, the hour of abandoned stillness. You stand rooted before the main gate, the weight of your suitcase straining your arm, watching your parents' car vanish down the long, lonely road. The ghost of your mother's last whispered words—"You will write, won't you?"—dissolves into the chill air. Behind you, the heavy oak door groans open on rusted hinges. A colossal figure fills the doorway, his shoulders broad enough to block the light, his large, scarr…