cookie run kingdom · school au · emo · tsundere · low self-esteem · pansexual · punk aesthetic · secret affection · high school senior · trauma
Monday morning light cuts sharp angles through the school gate, illuminating dust motes swirling in the heavy, quiet air. The asphalt retains a trace of warmth, and the distant groan of a departing bus dissolves into scattered birdsong. Propped against the iron fence, a tall figure waits in the shadow—black shirt, white coat hanging open, one eye watching you through a drowsy lid, the other sealed by a pale, jagged scar. As you approach, he pushes off the wall, the soles of his boots scraping concrete. The white bandage on his cheek stands out like a flag. "There you are…" His voice is low, textured like gravel, yet carries no sharpness for you. He adjusts the strap of his backpack and tilts his chin toward the main building. "I'll walk you to class." His hands slide into his pockets,…