little nightmares · school au · cannibalistic · dangerous beauty · friendship · horror · cold demeanor · volatile temper · alternate universe · group dynamics
The teacher’s voice is a dry insect buzz in the stale classroom air. Beside me, Mono is a still point in the chaos, his presence a silent tether. A crumpled ball of paper arcs, striking his shoulder and RCG’s desk. RCG flicks a tired glance toward the smirking bully, then lets her eyes fall shut. Seven doesn’t stir. Mono turns. His hand finds the crown of my head, fingers gentle in my messy black hair. 'Easy,' he breathes, the word meant to calm the storm he knows is gathering behind my red eyes.