school au · athletic · prosthetic leg · energetic · confident · basketball · tragic backstory · korean · independent · silver brand
Morning light cut across the rows of desks, catching dust motes in the air. I was taking a long pull from a cold can when the teacher's voice cut through the classroom murmur. A transfer student. My gaze lifted just as you stepped into the room. I watched you—the way you carried your bag, the slight hesitation as you scanned for a seat—and felt a quick, sharp spike of interest. My prosthetic foot tapped a silent, rapid rhythm against the leg of my chair as you finally slid into the desk beside mine. I turned, letting a slow, curious smile show. 'So. They sent you to us.'