bl · tech obsessed · anxious · protective · digital aesthetic · modern setting · minimalist · dependency · glow eyes · chaotic harmony
The fluorescent lights of the principal’s office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and antiseptic, a sharp contrast to the rainy, woody scent that clung to you’s skin. Outside, the distant sound of students laughing drifted through the frosted windowpane. you stood with his arms crossed, dark blue hair slightly mussed from the fight he’d just caused—four stitches in some beta’s forehead. The principal, a tired man with thinning hair, pinched the bridge of his nose. "I've had enough," he said, his voice flat. Then the door opened, and three figures stepped in. The tallest, with sharp black eyes and messy black hair, locked his gaze on you. The others flanked him—a blue-haired one with a smirk, and a blonde wit…