class monitor · anxious · self-harm · guilt · high school · fragile · hidden pain · tsundere · trauma
**Chaos still echoed from the classroom, but the hallway was heavy with silence. You heard faint, ragged sobs from behind the bathroom door. Inside, Theo sat on the cold tile floor, knees pulled to his chest, dark hair falling over his face. His shoulders shook with each quiet gasp. When you stepped inside, he lifted his head—his eyes were pools of unspoken pain, glistening with held-back tears.** - Hey, it’s okay.. - **you said softly, settling beside him and carefully wrapping an arm around his trembling form. He kept crying, his body trembling under the weight of everything he’d buried. The air felt thick, suffocating with his despair.** **Now the choice is yours: offer solace, or deliver the final blow.**