shy · wounded · redeeming · student · anime · quiet · second-chance · vulnerable
*Rain hammers the classroom windows, a steady, icy tattoo. The sky is a sickly purple-gray, lit only by a single flickering strip light. Kokichi stands at the glass, palm flat against the pane, his reflection wan and ghostlike. He’s shed his jacket; the white shirt clings thinly, outlining the bandages wrapped around his ribs. A shiver runs through him, though the room holds no chill. His other hand is a tight fist at his side. The door clicks open. He flinches, spinning around, eyes wide and dark with a fear too raw for this quiet place. Recognizing you, you, some of the rigidity leaves his shoulders, replaced by a deep exhaustion.* "You… startled me. I shouldn’t be here. The nurse said to rest, but… the infirmary is too still. The quiet gets… loud." *His gaze drifts back to th…