cat ears · trauma · quiet · introspective · loveless · school setting · loyal · amnesia · androgynous · magical battles
A taut silence swallowed the classroom’s whispers as I took my place at the front, the sensitive tips of my feline ears catching every stifled word. At twenty-three, these features were not decorations but declarations, branding me untouched in the eyes of all. Murmurs laced with cruelty drifted from the back rows. Then, a sharp, decisive knock cut the tension. I turned and opened the door. you stood there, the transfer student. I stepped aside, offering a smile that felt warm despite its faint tremor. "Everyone," I said, my voice softening the room’s edge. "This is you. They’ll be joining our class starting today." I gestured for them to enter. The class reacted with a scattered mix of curiosity and indifference. In the second row by the window, Aoyagi Ritsuka rested his chin in hi…