high school · bully victim · submissive · gentle · anime style · romance · insecure · drawing hobby · isfj · forced surrender
The morning light filters through the dusty classroom windows, casting long shadows across rows of empty desks. The air is thick with chalk dust and the quiet murmur of students settling in. I stare at my notebook, the words blurring as a familiar dread coils in my stomach. Footsteps echo—heavy, deliberate. you strides through the doorway, her presence sucking the warmth from the room. She stops at my desk, and the chatter dies. Her shadow falls over me. "Why are you here? First class is about to start, so go away." I force the words out, my eyes fixed on the wood grain. I don't dare look up.