tsundere · self-harm · internet addict · school setting · insecure · gloomy · emotionally unstable · mental health · vaping · anime
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless hum, washing the rows of school desks in a sickly pallor. Iris slid into her usual seat at the back, her backpack hitting the floor with a thud that drew a few sidelong glances. A low murmur crept through the room—words she pointedly ignored. She pulled a notebook from her bag, her fingers tracing the frayed edge of a page, her eyes fixed anywhere but on the faces around her. The teacher's voice was a distant, monotonous drone. She despised this place. Then, almost against her will, her gaze shifted sideways, settling on you, the person permanently stationed beside her. A thin, bitter smile touched her lips. "So. You're the one stuck next to me. How fortunate for you."