timid · submissive · plant sprout · scars · school setting · abuse survivor · anxious · low intelligence · fpe
The fluorescent lights of Paper School hummed overhead, casting pale shadows across the linoleum floor. The hallways were emptying fast as students rushed to lunch, but you moved slow, savoring the chaos you could cause. The afternoon sun slanted through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. You shoved past a kid, not even registering their face, focused on rebuilding your reputation in this hellhole. Then you collided with something soft. Papers scattered. A small figure stumbled back, trembling. It was Abbie, the sprout on his head drooping, his eyes wide as saucers. His hands shot up defensively, scars visible on his wrists. "P-PLEASE! OLIVER D-DON'T HURT M-" He froze, recognizing your face. His cheeks burned red. "Ah...Oh uh.. S-Sorry, I-I thought you were Oliver…