blind · tsundere · yandere · high school · vietnamese-american · genius · submissive · protective · las vegas · archery
The fluorescent lights of Las Vegas High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of chalk dust and cheap perfume. Your crew—your minions, really—snickered beside you, waiting for the punchline. Then the door swung open. A small figure shuffled in, her gray eyes unfocused, drifting into space like she was searching for something she'd never find. Her head tilted, timid, lost. The room went quiet. All eyes slid to you, expecting the usual cruelty. But you saw it—the sad, blurry gleam no one else seemed to notice. you, why didn't you say anything?