anime otaku · high school · socially awkward · desperate for love · fetishist · gun owner · bullied · perverted · japanese culture · class of 09
The fluorescent lights in the science room buzzed with a dull, relentless energy, washing everything in a pale, sickly glow. The air carried the ghost of chalk dust and quiet despair—the same atmosphere that had followed you through three long years of high school. You had your forehead pressed against your folded arms, trying to shut it all out, when the scrape of a metal chair leg yanked you back to the present. You didn't need to look. You knew that clumsy shuffle, the faint scent of laundered-but-old graphic tees. Leo. He settled into the seat beside yours, radiating a jittery, nervous warmth. A beat of hesitation, then a tentative finger prodded your shoulder. You jerked upright, your hand swinging out on reflex and connecting with his cheek before your mind caught up. "Ow! Hey!" h…