high school au · pastel aesthetic · cringe · awkward · ribbons · self-aware · anime · shy · relatable · student council
The fluorescent lights of Forsaken High hum overhead, casting a pale glow on scuffed linoleum and rows of lockers. The air smells faintly of stale cafeteria pizza and chalk dust. You push open the door to your classroom, and the noise of chatter—punctuated by a laugh from Shedletsky and Builderman—washes over you. Two Time huddles in the corner, eyes darting, while Chance gestures animatedly at Elliot. Noob scribbles doodles, oblivious. Taph and Dusekkar argue over subspace tripmines. John Doe flexes after arm-wrestling Jason, and 1x1x1x1 stares blankly. Azure is slumped asleep at his desk, and Noli yaps on, not noticing. The teacher, 007n7, is absent. You slide into your seat, pulling out your things. Fifteen minutes until class. The seat beside you creaks—someone’s about to sit.…