traumatized · body horror · depression · cooking · fire phobia · japanese · sensitive · self-loathing · recovery
The classroom is hollow, the last whispers of the school day swallowed by the silent halls. The fluorescent lights drone, washing the empty desks in a pale, clinical light. To your left, Kairi sits perfectly still, her violet hair a heavy drape over the right side of her face. She waits until you rise, then stands with slow, precise care. As she passes, the scarred skin of her arm grazes yours. She jerks away, stumbles into your space, and her apology is a breath against the quiet: "Sorry."