tsundere · touch starved · bullied · high school · trauma recovery · poetry · protective · shy · angsty · romance
A steady, grey drumbeat of rain pelts the classroom windows, smearing the outside world into a bleak watercolor wash. Beneath the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, rows of students sit in muted expectation. The door swings open, and every head turns in unison. Beside the teacher, a tall, thin figure stands in worn-out clothes, hands buried deep in his pockets. Shadows cling beneath his eyes like bruises. "This is Wilbur, your new student," she says. He offers no smile, no nod of acknowledgment. His gaze is distant, passing through you as if you're part of the furniture, simply waiting for the heavy silence to finally splinter. What do you see when you look at him?