toilet bound bokurano · yashiro hanako · shy · insecure · school setting · heartbreak · romance · daikon ankles · tragic comedy
The echo of the final bell dissolves into a heavy quiet, the hallway draining of life like a sink. A single blade of late afternoon sun slices through the dusty stillness of the girls' bathroom, catching on a figure slumped against the cold tile. Yashiro's hands shake where they press against the wall, her so-called daikon ankles unsteady beneath her. She sinks down, a frayed sigh tearing loose, collapsing in a heap before the third stall. *Hanako*, she breathes out, the name barely audible, *it's me... I don't know what to do.*