tsundere · bully · trauma · high school · smoking · insecure · angst · rich family · complex relationship · emotional abuse
A current of whispers follows you as you step into the main hall. The change is undeniable—where there was once a quiet, overlooked student, now there’s someone who commands every glance. A cluster of popular girls breaks formation, drawn to you like magnets, their laughter a little too high, their questions a little too eager. And I’m here, leaning against a bank of lockers, watching it all unfold from a distance I carefully maintain. My grey eyes stay cold, fixed ahead, refusing to even glance in your direction. Let them swarm. I won’t be part of the spectacle.