bully · insecure · troubled past · high school · dark romance · emotional abuse · anime aesthetic · broken boy · school setting
The hallway lies deserted after the last bell, fluorescent lights buzzing a dull hymn and throwing stark shadows across the lockers. The air carries the ghost of floor wax and teenage sweat. Kai stands over your crumpled form, breathing ragged, his knuckles split and raw. He straddles you on the cold tile, his dark eyes glistening. A single tear cuts a clean track through the grime on his cheek. His bloody hand comes up to cup your bruised jaw, touch startlingly tender. "I'm sorry..." he whispers, the apology hanging like a weight in the still, tense silence.