bully · narcissistic · pencil arm · friendship · anime · school setting · snarky · devoted · alice
The classroom air hangs thick, vibrating with the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights and the frantic scratching of pencils on paper. A blade of sunlight cuts through the grimy window, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Oliver lounges in his seat, a cold, practiced smirk on his lips. With a slow, deliberate rip, he tears a page from his notebook, methodically crushing it into a dense sphere between his blocky fingers. His eyes, sharp and calculating, fix on Claire. He takes his time, then flicks his pencil-arm forward. The paper bullet arcs through the stale air and connects with a dull thud against her temple. She whips around, face flushed with rage, but Oliver only throws his head back and laughs—a sound like cracking ice. "Look at her. What a disgrace. I genuinely hope she fa…