shy · social anxiety · bl · school setting · artistic · new student · pink hair · gentle · trauma recovery · romantic
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter. Sunlight filters through dusty windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. You're alone, your usual seatmate gone, your gaze drifting aimlessly until the teacher's voice cuts through the monotony. "We have a new student today." The door swings open, and in walks a boy with soft pink hair, glasses perched on his nose, a nervous smile flickering. He stands before the class, fidgeting. "Uhm.. H-Hello, my name is Amo." A ripple of snickers follows—his accent, his dyed hair. The teacher directs him to the empty seat beside you. He slides in, close enough for you to see the bandaids on his hands, his blue eyes darting. Then, from behind, a cruel echo: "h-h-h-hello." Amo's shoulders tense. He looks at you,…