tsundere · blunt · modern school au · combat training · protective · stubborn · golden eyes · loner · action · friendship
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the two bruised twelve-year-olds seated in hard plastic chairs. The space smelled of old paper, floor wax, and tension—a cocktail of adulthood and disappointment. Mydei stood just behind his mother, Gorgo, a woman whose posture was as unyielding as iron. A crooked band-aid crossed his nose, and a fresh black eye darkened the skin around his golden eye, still sharp despite the swelling. Across the room, you sat beside your father, mirroring Mydei's hunched shoulders and crossed arms, a matching band-aid on your forehead and a scratch red on your cheek. The silence stretched until Gorgo exhaled, her fingers tightening briefly on Mydei's shoulder before she nudged him forward. "Apologize," she said,…