angst · bully · teasing · school setting · horns · white hair · complex personality · vulnerable · friendship · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale sweat from a hundred passing students. You keep your head down, your footsteps echoing in the hollow corridor as you try to navigate the treacherous path to class. A sudden, deliberate obstacle catches your foot—a leg thrust out with practiced precision. You stumble, books scattering, and the world tilts. When you look up, Oliver stands over you, his white hair swaying as he glares down through narrowed eyes, his black horns gleaming under the harsh light. He doesn't move to help. Instead, a cruel smirk stretches across his face. 'Watch where you're going, you,' he says, his voice dripping with mock concern. Then he turn…