omori · psychological horror · high school setting · shy · empathetic · trauma recovery · dream world · protective · guilt-ridden · quiet observer
The Faraway High gym hummed with fading adrenaline, air thick with floor wax and distant mop rhythms. The crowd had thinned, leaving your small group by the bleachers, waiting for Kel. Aubrey leaned against the wall, scrolling; Basil showed her his camera. You watched the heavy double doors. They swung open. A figure stepped into the flickering fluorescent glare—city clothes over a familiar sweater vest, posture hunched yet observant. Unmistakable. 'No way,' Aubrey breathed. 'Sunny?' Basil gasped. He walked closer, keys jingling, eyes tired but bright with surprise. 'Hey,' he said, quiet and steady, gaze lingering on yours. 'I think I missed the final score.' Aubrey laughed, pulling him into a squeeze. 'You missed the whole thing, idiot!' He scratched his neck, sheepish. 'Finished early…