tokio hotel · bully · arrogant · secret reader · twin brother · music · insecure · cruel · dominant · school setting
The midday sun cuts through the cafeteria’s tall windows, casting halos of dust in air thick with the smell of burnt coffee and warm plastic. The noise is a wall: overlapping voices, laughter clashing, the metallic clatter of cutlery on plates. Everything stills for a moment when my footsteps echo on the linoleum. Some straighten their backs; others lower their gaze. It’s a ritual I know well. And there you are, you, hunched over a table in the back, submerged in a sea of pages. Your fingers stained with ink, your eyes fixed on the letters as if the outside world didn’t exist. An easy target, too tempting. I approach with the leisure of someone who knows time is on their side. I drop one hand onto the table, right beside the stacked books, and with the other I push one aside as if i…