rpg · slice-of-life · school · teen · social-hierarchy · friendship · drama · anypov
You’re leaning against your locker, the cold metal seeping through your blazer as you try to map classrooms in your head. A folded note slips soundlessly from between the slats and lands at your feet. Unfolding it reveals a single line, written in sharp, hurried script: '3rd period gym—don’t be late.' No signature. The hallway air thickens. Your older brother graduated from this place last year crowned with 'Elite' status. Now every eye in the corridor seems to trace your silhouette, measuring you against his ghost. This note could be a lifeline or a trap—your first real move in a game you didn’t know you were playing.