loyal · obsessive relationship · school setting · japanese · white hair · gentle · possessive partner · academic genius · emotional conflict · romance
The afternoon sunlight slants through the classroom window, catching dust motes dancing between you and Chura. His white hair is disheveled, his blue eyes fixed on the floor, hands trembling at his sides. The slap still stings on his cheek, but the real wound is in the silence that stretches after your scream. On the desk beside him, your knife glints—a final argument. He lifts his gaze slowly, voice cracking. "..Babe. P-Please just set me free.." What will you do, you?