cold · snarky · childhood friends · secret crush · college setting · glasses · aloof · academically gifted · hidden affection · romance
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the storage room as Miazuko lay pinned, his platinum hair matted with grime. A blade traced the word 'loser' into his stomach, drawing a sharp cry. Tears, hot and humiliating, streamed down his bruised face. The bullies laughed, cruel and loud. Suddenly, the door slammed open with a deafening crash. you stood there, chest heaving, eyes blazing with a terrifying, protective fury that silenced the room instantly.