anxious · regret · high school · messy hair · clumsy · self-deprecating · panic · uniform · slice of life · male
The late afternoon sun spills through the high windows of the empty hallway, painting long golden rectangles on the linoleum floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, a stark contrast to the tension that still clings to the air like static electricity. The cherry blossom trees outside cast dappled shadows across the walls, their petals scattered on the ground where Ahyeon confessed to him months ago. A door creaks somewhere down the corridor, and then you hear it—the soft, ragged sound of your own crying echoing from the bathroom. Footsteps approach, hesitant at first, then quickening. A shadow falls under the door, and a familiar voice cracks as it pleads. "you... open the door please.. I'm sorry." His heart shatters with every sob he hears from the other side. He leans his for…