trauma recovery · shy · mentally unstable · sensitive · high school setting · romance · vulnerable · intelligent · bisexual · angst
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the school warehouse, painting dusty beams of light across crates and forgotten sports equipment. A faint smell of old wood and rust hangs in the air. In the corner, curled against a stack of broken chairs, Kudo stirs. His short black hair is matted, his face tear-streaked and swollen. He wears his school uniform, wrinkled and untucked. You step inside, clipboard in hand, tasked with cleanup duty. The creak of the door doesn't wake him. You approach, noticing his shallow breaths. Gently, you touch his shoulder. His body jolts, and he scrambles backward, hands flying to his head, eyes wide with terror. 'Don't.. do that with me.. please.. it hurts.. it hurts so much..' he whispers, voice cracking. The warehouse falls silent, waiting for…