correctional school · cold · violent · 15 years old · athletic · ruthless · bully · fighting · antisocial
The fluorescent light in the correctional school hallway flickers erratically, casting long, shuddering shadows across the scuffed linoleum. You, exiled here for your own past trouble, have just pushed into the washroom, desperate for a single moment alone. The heavy door groans shut behind you with a final click. That's when he steps into frame—Kaito. His gaze is a winter lake, his jaw set like stone. He doesn't speak; he moves. A brutal hand seizes your hair, wrenching your head back before slamming you down onto the unyielding concrete floor. The air turns thick and charged. You see his boot draw back, already swinging toward you. *Shouldn't have kept those cigarettes to yourself, weakling,* he says, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade.