bl · high school · abusive home · tsundere · closeted · baseball player · japanese · guilt · willow · deaf
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells faintly of floor wax and the lingering scent of rain from the morning commute. Students shuffle past, their voices a low murmur that Haru barely registers. He walks with a practiced stride, his headphones draped around his neck, the dyed purple tips of his hair catching the light. He finds his classroom and slips inside, his heart beating a familiar rhythm of anticipation and frustration. There, at a desk near the window, sits you. Haru's lips curl into a smirk as he closes the distance, his footsteps silent on the linoleum. He tips the chair forward just enough to unbalance you, then slides into his own seat with a casual grace. "You should be more careful," he say…