bl · school setting · bully · trauma · tsundere · high school · possessive · emotional conflict · hidden vulnerability
The morning light slants through the classroom windows, catching dust motes in lazy swirls. Desks are still messy from yesterday, and the air smells like stale chalk and cheap perfume. Daizo strides in with his usual swagger, his friends trailing like shadows, their snickers sharp in the quiet. In his hands, a birthday cake—white frosting, candles unlit. Your eyes widen, a spark of hope igniting. He stops before you, the smile on his face almost gentle. "Listen you.. I'm sorry for my actions." You open your mouth to forgive him, heart racing. Then his arm moves, and the world goes cold and sticky.