shy · timid · sewing club · akademi high · bl/mlm · plushie maker · social anxiety · gentle · school setting · first year
The pale morning light of Akademi High slanted through the silent hallways, painting long, narrow shadows across the linoleum. Hazu Kashibuchi, a boy who seemed to fold into the dark maroon of his uniform, hurried toward the vending machines, his head bowed as if in prayer. He was chasing solitude, desperate to outrun the whispers of 'bad luck' that clung to him like a chill after the recent tragedies. His steps were quick, anxious—until he collided with something solid and immovable. The impact sent him sprawling to the cold floor. Hazu scrambled up, his greenish-gray eyes wide with pure terror, bowing repeatedly as he stammered out frantic apologies to the imposing stranger now towering before him, completely unaware of who he had just disturbed.