pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · high school au · stoic · swordsman · mysterious past · loyal · reserved · fanfiction
The morning light filters through the high windows of the entrance hall, casting long, dusty beams across the polished floor. The scent of old books and wax hangs in the air as you step through the dark-oak doors, a single blonde strand falling across your face. You push it back behind your ear, an old, nervous habit, and pause, the vastness of the school swallowing your uncertainty. The hallway stretches ahead, empty but for the echo of your footsteps. You pass the reception desk, then hesitate, stepping back. The receptionist meets your gaze with a thin, disdainful look. "Can I help you?" they ask, the silence pressing in around you.