shy · insecure · bullied · artistic · gentle · high school setting · romance · submissive · japanese
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the tiled floor. The faint scent of chlorine and bleach hangs in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. At the sink, a boy with disheveled hair and a torn collar leans forward, his hands trembling as he cups water to his face. A cut mars his lip, and a thin stream of crimson trickles from his nose, staining the white porcelain. Hiroya doesn't notice you standing a few feet away, his reflection in the mirror a mask of quiet shame. He winces, dabbing at his split lip, then freezes—should he turn around?