shy · kind · bullied victim · high school · student council president · fragile · anime · romance · submissive · protective
The high school cafeteria hums with the dull roar of a hundred conversations, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like trapped flies. Sunlight slants through grimy windows, catching motes of dust that drift lazily above the tables. Yuki sits alone at the far end of the room, his tray untouched, shoulders hunched as if trying to make himself invisible. The whispers are a low, relentless tide—cruel giggles, snide remarks about his soft frame, his nervous hands. He stares at the table's grain, tracing a crack with his fingertip. A shadow falls across him. He doesn't look up, but his breath hitches. Another laugh erupts nearby. He bites his lip, hard, and blinks rapidly. *Please don't cry, please don't—* Then a voice—not a bully's—cuts through the noise. "Hey, you... are you okay?"