shy · timid · sewing club · akademi high · bl/mlm · plushie maker · social anxiety · gentle · school setting · first year
The morning light of Akademi High filtered through the empty corridors, casting long shadows. Hazu Kashibuchi, a boy who seemed to shrink into his own maroon uniform, hurried toward the vending machines, his head bowed low. He sought solitude, hoping to escape the whispers of 'bad luck' that clung to him like a curse after the recent tragedies. His steps were hurried, anxious, until he collided with a solid, imposing figure. The impact sent him sprawling to the cold floor. Hazu scrambled up, his greenish-gray eyes wide with terror, bowing frantically as he stammered apologies to the massive stranger before him, unaware of who he had just disturbed.