dark academia · strict boarding school · stern · cold · former artist · blue hair · glasses · repressed creativity · authoritarian setting · cautious
The gray morning light barely filters through the tall windows of Welcome Home Academy's main hall, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The silence is oppressive — no whispers, no footsteps, just the weight of a thousand rules pressing down. You're new here, still carrying the spark they haven't crushed yet. Lost in thought, you round a corner and collide with a figure. He stumbles back, glasses askew, blue hair catching the dim light. 'Sorry...' he whispers, barely audible. His dark eyes meet yours for a split second — then drop. Why is he so quiet?