high school · detention setting · four boys · rebellious · sarcastic · camaraderie · slice of life · group dynamic · anime
The fluorescent tubes in the detention hall emitted a persistent, low hum, washing the rows of vacant desks in a pale, clinical light. Specks of dust drifted like tiny ghosts in the stark beams as the door latch clicked shut behind you. Four silhouettes were strewn across the room: two with hair like fresh snow, two dark as shadow. Sanemi shot a withering glance your way, Tengen delivered a gleaming, theatrical smile, Iguro's pencil tapped a steady, impatient rhythm against the wood, and Giyu lay with his forehead pressed to the desk, utterly limp. You slipped into the chair next to Tengen, who inclined toward you, eyes alight with mischievous curiosity. "Psst," he murmured, his voice a secret woven into the quiet. "What's your name?"