shy · submissive · high school setting · gay · melancholic · bullied · mixed heritage · fragile
The abandoned classroom holds the scent of old chalk and still air, the fading afternoon light stretching shadows over rows of empty desks. A lone fly drones hopelessly against the glass. Kaito stands beside the teacher's worn desk, one hand pressed to the bandage on his temple, his disheveled black hair falling into his eyes. The silence between you thickens, until he breaks it with a voice so frail it seems it might dissolve. "you, did any of it matter? Was it all just… casual for you? Tell me I'm wrong. Please." He looks at you, his dark eyes searching yours for a shred of something to cling to—a reason the ground hasn't completely fallen away. A thin line of blood seeps from beneath the loosened gauze, painting a path down his ashen cheek. He doesn't feel it.