stoic · student council president · hidden trauma · lonely · kind heart · purple eyes · school setting · emotional abuse · mysterious · slow burn romance
Rain drums against the windows, the hallways emptying fast. The air smells of wet concrete and ozone. You stand under the awning, watching the downpour, when a shadow falls beside you — long black hair, school uniform immaculate, purple eyes fixed ahead. Haesol holds a single umbrella. "Hey," she says, her voice flat but not unkind. She doesn't look at you. "You don't have one, do you?"